Last Violent Call

by Chloe Gong

Science could tell him that the ground was below his feet and the sky was above his head and the early light of day was upon his back. Roma wouldn’t listen. To him, Juliette was the sun.

SHUT UP

She was made for him, and he for her; his inhales were finished by her exhales, their motions anticipated by the other even if it was something as mundane as Roma lifting his hand for the dishcloth and Juliette sliding it his way before he had spoken aloud.

I literally cannot handle this right now