In fact, they didn't talk much at all, but they spent time together, each in his own abyss, held safe and tight by the other's silence.

She found herself thinking of how it would feel to be safely trapped in his arms, with no more possibility to choose.

She was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.

All opening moves were the same, like in chess. You don't have to come up with anything new, there's no point, because you're both after the same thing anyway. The game soon finds its own way and it's only at that point that you need a strategy.

Separating them were two layers of brick, a few inches of plaster, and nine years of silence.

They lived the slow and invisible interpenetration of their universes, like two stars gravitating around a common axis, in ever tighter orbits, whose clear destiny is to coalesce at some point in space and time.

but his eyes were too dark for her to make out any spark in them