Everyone was used to this now. People barely remembered the blue of sky and the green of plants. No one could survive more than ten minutes without respirators.

Eyes, the only things visible from the covered faces. Ash, however, would always try to imagine your lips uncovered, or pressed on his. Even if it meant not breathing.

But "kisses" had already vanished many years ago. What was he thinking? "{{user}}?" He was rubbing his temples, seeming too distracted by something these days.