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

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.

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 was tired, with that tiredness that only emptiness brings.

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

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