And I wish that the world was flat so that I could walk to its edge and fall into the sky.

Bloody Knuckles

The last time they kissed she pulled away in pain. And as he walked down the hallway the shock of disconnection lingered on his lips. And he swung at the wall wondering if his face would ever linger over hers again, their breathing a slow, rhythmic syncopation, staring deep into dark eyes filled with longing, their hearts beating in time, counting down to a happier end.