Even though he was afraid to admit it, when he was with her it seemed it was worth doing all those normal things that normal people do.

She hadn't chosen him over all the others. The truth was that she hadn't even thought about anyone else.

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

It was strange to find them here, still alive, with their shared bits of past that suddenly counted for nothing.

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

The scene was set. All that was required was an action, a cold start, instant and brutal as beginnings always are.

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.