The quiet rumple of the white sheets.
She lies over the soft bed – bare and beautiful. Her skin glows under the kiss of the pale moon.
It is beyond midnight, but they are still restless.
A pair of eyes wants to unleash its river.
“Stop taking pictures of me.”
A dazed grin stretches across his lips from her request.
She chuckles. “You have to stop.”
A sudden hit of pain from memories.
She pauses. “Stop now.” A shift in tone.
An absent flash.
“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?”
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