Certain blood was being shed for uncertain reasons.
... when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin's eyes, just flat and uninvolved.
...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.
A lot like yesterday, a lot like never.
Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.
What happened, and what might have happened?