I stared down at her. I was so far away, and yet felt so close. I could taste the sweet softness of her lips. The freckles on her cheeks like flecks of cinnamon. Among the sound of the universe rearranging, I could have sworn I heard a song, the fading, imperfect notes of a dream floating to the stars, never to be recaptured. And I loved her, I loved her, I loved her.
