In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.

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.

[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.

In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before.

Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains

She tried to open the bottle, but the top slipped through her fingers without moving. He took the bottle from her hand and opened it with his thumb and index finger. There was nothing special in the gesture and yet she found it strangely fascinating like a small heroic feat performed specially for her.

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