They met again, two strangers with a long disputed history. Half-completed plans, sentences left unspoken, words which should have never been uttered, lies, broken promises, memories of joyful days now lost forever, polluted the silence between them. Their minds were already on separate paths, struggling to leave the ruins behind and move on, move forward, never looking back.

But their bodies still fit together like pieces from a puzzle. Soon they entered a realm where everything was alien in its warm familiarity. They sensed the promise of oblivion and embraced it, desperately, seeking to forget all that was, all that had been and all that would inevitably follow, delaying the moment of truth as much as possible.

Afterwards, they had nothing more to say. The wave had come, swept them by with its irresistible strength, lifted them high in the air, then left them tired and confused on some wild, foreign land, having suffered the loss of the secret channels connecting their souls, sadder and lonelier and lighter than they’d ever felt before.