Nothing was spoken for a few small eternities, but neither dared to move. Not yet. As they stood silently wrapped in each other’s invisible embrace, they stole their last glimpses of each other, not ready for destiny to play her hand. Even the setting Sun paused, it watched. They watched. For they both understood the great irony of the everlasting moment that they had dreamed together—to breathe it, to see it, to be it, the two must say goodbye.
And it was all right there, in the emptiness of space that binded them together, where things began to fall apart.
