Fragments of the Galaxy

I know. I’m sorry.

She hated this lie they were living. Hating keeping him at arm’s length. Hated pretending. Hated not being able to fall asleep in his arms, to kiss him whenever the desire struck her. They were doing this for a reason, had chosen this because they needed to be able to see things through, to prevent what they knew of the future from happening.

But she didn’t know if she had the strength to see it through.

Pulling back, she pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, pouring everything she felt for him into that one simple gesture.