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

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

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

The love of those we don't love in return settles on the surface and from there quickly evaporates.

Twin primes: pairs of prime numbers that are close to each other, almost neighbors, but between them there is always an even number that prevents them from truly touching. If you go on counting, you discover that these pairs gradually become rarer, lost in that silent, measured space made only of ciphers. You develop a distressing presentiment that the pairs encountered up until that point were accidental, that solitude is the true destiny. Then, just when you’re about to surrender, you come across another pair of twins, clutching each other tightly.

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.

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.