raised his hand and delicately placed it on his human's face.
Traces of emotion lingered, and he let them echo. Memories
and he caressed each of them before going deeper. Darkness crept
over the beautiful mind beneath his hand, and
he held it at bay. He
remembered to take a breath, and it matched the sweet breath of his
beloved. Time itself seemed
to falter, and he edged his way further
inside to tenderly hold what remained. An image appeared briefly, a
a wide smile that said so much.
"Goodbye," McCoy whispered. Spock bowed his head.