It's before the end, as it always is, but not nearly as early as they both could have wished. Her hair is lighter than usual and more freckles dance around her skin. She's pale and beautiful, but she has always been pale and beautiful.
They find themselves on a planet with no name -- something she questions nonstop -- and the lack of stars is daunting. They are tiny in the eyes of the universe, but she is a brilliant sun in his mind. They're awkward, sitting side by side but never touching. Eyes glued to the darkness that envelopes them, only their breath can be heard in the silence.
She breaks it first -- as she always does -- with words soft and sweet and almost a whisper.
He hears her regardless.
"So," she starts "a planet with no name."
He almost brushes her off, almost tells her, for the hundredth time, that it is possible for something to not have a name. Not common, but absolutely possible.
But the darkness keeps him, holding his voice hostage in order to let her thoughts complete.
"Should we give a name, then?"
He can feel her smile radiating next to him. She produces her own heat, but he's always known that.
"What name do you propose, Amelia?" He says her name in such a way that would get any man into trouble.
The silence returns as she contemplates it honestly.
A name for their secret getaway.
A name for their hideaway.
They get a planet all to themselves, but even that won't last. It never lasts.
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They find themselves on a planet with no name -- something she questions nonstop -- and the lack of stars is daunting. They are tiny in the eyes of the universe, but she is a brilliant sun in his mind. They're awkward, sitting side by side but never touching. Eyes glued to the darkness that envelopes them, only their breath can be heard in the silence.
She breaks it first -- as she always does -- with words soft and sweet and almost a whisper.
He hears her regardless.
"So," she starts "a planet with no name."
He almost brushes her off, almost tells her, for the hundredth time, that it is possible for something to not have a name. Not common, but absolutely possible.
But the darkness keeps him, holding his voice hostage in order to let her thoughts complete.
"Should we give a name, then?"
He can feel her smile radiating next to him. She produces her own heat, but he's always known that.
"What name do you propose, Amelia?" He says her name in such a way that would get any man into trouble.
The silence returns as she contemplates it honestly.
A name for their secret getaway.
A name for their hideaway.
They get a planet all to themselves, but even that won't last. It never lasts.
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She breaks it first -- as she always does -- with words soft and sweet and almost a whisper.
He hears her regardless.
"So," she starts "a planet with no name."
THERE IS NO WAY TO GO ONNNNNN *spine cracking sound*
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