Circumstance, and the vile machinations of a twisted, cantankerous Fate made it so that we could rarely be together.
We stole time together, of course. Days here, hours there, but never enough. For Love is like a bottomless pool: however much of ourselves we pour in, it never fills. And yet you drown in the first inch.
She suggested it: to hold each other within Eternities’ serene embrace. Forever.
As one, hand in hand, we climbed the stairs to the roof’s high peak.
Fate looked away then, disinterested, and we flew arm in arm, joyous and together, through wondrous skies.