In Vino Veritas: Repetitive Cycles
They were in love still. It wasn't easy being around her. It was oftentimes too heavy a burden to endure. Her body longed to meet with his once more. He felt this in her stare. With each glance stolen, their worlds seemed to meet again; synchronous memories overflowed. With each came an explosive rupture in the very core of the earth, plunging them back to when their bodies could meet; they had been together a long time ago. Years had since passed, yet it felt as though it had just happened. Her sighs filled the empty space around them. His, too, echoed; filling the empty crevices in the vortex where her thin, shrill ones could not reach. Their song was one sung in giant halls of angels, once. Now, it played only in their hearts. They had a glorious past. In the present, they could only share their love through stares of longing. He wondered if she could still hear his thoughts; wondered if she could feel the exhileration she brought to his life. Her presence was his guilty p...