"And if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones." And so it was. They were still breathing, they were still alive, even if he was far away from her. But to Mary distance didn't matter at all, one meter or thousands were irrelevant, because she would always brought him with her. For the rest of her life. In her heart.

Flowers, smooth, amber, laugh, strong, Mary. Six words, five senses, two kids. One is hopelessly in love, the other is desperately trying to run away from his own heart.