Everything had been coming apart for a long time now. She worried there would be absolutely no way to put it all back together. How many fragments in space and time. How many moments had she almost had him in her grasp?
There were collisions happening among the stars. Thousands of chaos winds rolling through the heart of her, drawing blood and bringing cold.
Hardly anything about it made sense anymore.
Only one thing was certain.
He was close.
She could taste him as though it were only moments ago. As though his lips on hers weren’t shards of memory but instead concrete footholds.
He was close, and that was all that would ever matter.
Now all she had to do was find him, before he found her.
The Old Jones 