I remember once kissing you, your face lit by northern stars. Promising to grow old with you, and now so simply breaking the promise.

And his eyes were fluttering shut, and his sinner’s smile- that wickedly wondrous thing- was less than an inch from mine. And soon enough, there was no space between them at all. He tasted like...

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.