One way or another, it would have to end. But did it have to be like this?
She remembered the past weeks, how they had passed too quickly for her to remember most of the days. She remembered the nights, though. The nights were anything but quick, anything but routine. She had always loved the night, and perhaps now she loved it even more.
Did she love it more for who she had spent it with, or for how she had spent it? Would anything ever be the same for her after this, or would everything as she knew it be smeared with engine grease fingerprints, fogged up and smudgy and all out of place in a world that had once been pristine?
Those halting thoughts were what answered the question for her. Yes, she thought. Yes, like this.
They were in too deep for things to end any differently.
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24 Jul 2020