The cracks in the world spread out from me, centered on the press of his tongue as he slid it deep inside me alongside his fingers. Every scar he wore. The ones I carried. The mortar in the walls and the fracture lines in the stone. But it didn't matter. He was there at the center, my soulmate, the only fixed point in the universe. All I had to do was look at him, focus on him, and the siren call of the void faded into scenery.
