Reality felt warped.

For years, you’d been separated from your lover, your puppet-like body remained sedentary for such a long period of time. And tonight, for the first time in such an unbearably long time, you could finally lay your eyes on the melancholic beauty of the night outside of this baroque palace.

Bram’s form, like yours, flickered across the milky light and shadows alike, disappearing and reappearing like a flickering candle that night. To share a passion-ridden dance with your lover whom you hadn’t seen in years was the most immeasurable bliss. One you hadn’t known.

Still, you knew Bram shared that same sinking feeling that their reunion wouldn’t last long, a horrible feeling that this would be the last night. It was an irrational fear, you knew. Still, you couldn’t push it down. His hand rested on your waist, as you both peered out the window onto the rainy, lovely night outside. You stood there wordlessly, trying to soak up every moment of his missed touch, the distant sound of his voice.

If this was the last night, you didn’t want to spoil it with an irrelevant quip. Yet at the same time, silence seemed to draw the very life out of you.