"Please." A tear leaked from the strange man's eye. "I... I loved her so much, and now that I know that she was only using me, deceiving me, I... I don't know what to do. But you are just like her, and..."

His hands reached out to Dawn pleadingly. "I loved her," he repeated softly. His voice was deep and rich and miserable. "I still do. One kiss is all I ask... One of which she never even gave me..."

The fingers of one hand stroked her cheek tentatively, carressingly. A desperate longing was apparent all throughout the man's body; his voice, his eyes, both pleaded for her to understand. To give him that one thing that he asked for. The only thing he now had to live for.

"I can imagine it is her," he said wistfully. "I can carry the memory of it with me always... I can dream about her, and have the remembrance to warm my heart. You are so kind... Your words try to soothe me, but... I just ask this one thing of you!"