“Farewell," she whispered. "Our time together has come to an end. We will never meet again. Our worlds will never again collide.
"Don't say that," he said, suddenly serious. His hand moved to her wait, traveled up the curve of her rib cage. "Say anything but that."
Alizeh was no longer smiling, Her heart was beating so hard she thought it might bruise. "What shall I say, then?"
"Your name. I want to hear it from your lips.”
―
Tahereh Mafi,
This Woven Kingdom