Whenever she entered the room, he always felt a rush. He wasn’t around much. This was not because of work or other obligations. It was by design. If they were together too much, he thought, the rush would disappear.
He died and turned into mist, no even less than that. They were no longer separated by flesh and bones and blood. Now that he was dead, he realized that he’d been wrong. He settled inside her never to go away. They would be truly together now. Always