Her hands so perfectly polished in a shade of black darker than emptiness self gently touched his fingertips as he kissed her goodnight. They never spoke of it, but they both knew it was their last. He made her believe in everything yet she forgot about the world. She created a "reality" around him and his lovely hands. Oh his lovely hands. The same hands that would touch her every single night while he kissed her neck and the rhythm of his breath rolled her eyes back. Nobody ever made her feel the way he did. There was no way she could explain it, but if you ever loved her in lifetimes before and looked close, i mean really close, her eyes would tell the tales. Love was present in form of everything, everywhere, but it had to end nonetheless. Their worlds kept them apart for too long.
From this moment on she belonged to him forever. Until they would one day meet again and he would make her remember.
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