Lying in the shadows of the late night, he realizes their hearts beat in time. For a few ticks, he feels her heart in chorus with his, sending millions of tiny cells moving through their blood vessels. A fluid rush, and sudden stillness. Their smallest pieces, small soldiers, marching together to the same drumbeat.
Then the chorus peels apart–by fractions, increments, silence. Each cycle strives for more distance, for more quiet between the pulses. Until their heartbeats are in opposite time: one-two… one-two.
He opens his eyes in the dissonance. For the first time, he wonders if their heartbeats will ever return to each other.
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