11Just a Dream – 5Ariadne places her hand on his face – just as Mal did when Dom chose to miss the kick. They smile at each other briefly before Ariadne speaks.
"Your eyes…" her voice trails off into a whisper and she licks her lips before continuing, dropping her hand onto his shoulder, "they remind me of the beach I always used to walk on every day. They look just like the ocean the sun used to meet the horizon of it with." She closes her eyes and smiles.
"Your hair reminds me of the honey my brother and I used to eat on our apples, for a snack, every day," Ariadne smiles again and Dom leans forward to place a kiss on her forehead and she allows him to before she lets out a single, lonely laugh that holds a lot of meaning of her behind it.
"It's funny how you remind me of a lot of things," she inches closer and places her head on his chest and she silently listens to his fast-beating heart. Dom laughs, too and looks down at her, his hand playing through her hair.
"Same for me, too."