The funeral had gone beautifully and the burial, which Trent had made private to their few close family members, and Fallon and her mother, went smoothly. Fallon's mother politely declined attendance, leaving to go back to the house after the final prayer.

After the last word was said, and the family had scattered, Trent stood frozen, staring at the coffin. And Fallon, unsure whether he was willing his mother to come back to life, or simply make peace with her no longer being in his home, stood with him. Grabbing his hand, she said quietly, "as long as you need."

And they stood in silence for a while, until eventually, Trent turned away from the coffin and without a sound, trudged back towards the line of cars that had formed along the driveway of the cemetery. To Fallon's surprise, he had driven himself, so when she stepped into the car with him, and they pulled out on to the main road, she noticed the building tension. His jaw was clenched and his knuckles were white against the steering wheel and gear shift.

She carefully put her hand on his and tried to catch his eyes, "pull over."

He swallowed what Fallon could only assume was every word he could muster in that moment. Intensely focused, and keeping his eyes on the road.

She didn't mention it further, merely shifted her gaze to the windshield as they continued on their way. But after another few miles, when the road turned completely straight and the towns and people disappeared into the previous miles, he slowed down and pulled on to the dirt next to the road. At first they sat in silence. The minutes felt like hours, ticking slowly as she watched his face turn a familiar shade a maroon. She watched as he pulled the lever of the car door, stepped out and walked a few yards deeper into the woods. Nervous about his next move, she quickly removed her heels she had worn and stepped barefoot onto the grass. She sprinted slightly to catch up with him. Once they were both deep enough into the trees that the road was barely visible anymore, she watched as he searched the ground, unsure of what he was looking for until he picked it up.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting when he picked up the softball size stone and proceeded to throw it full strength in front of him while screaming out "fuck" into the open air. And the sounds that escaped him that followed, made Fallon tear up, not because she was scared of him, but because for the first time since seeing him in all this, he felt all the hurt and anger he had been holding on to. When those feeling of anger turned to sadness and she watched him fall to his knees with his head in his hands, the only thing she could think to do was run to him and hold him. He seemed to have swallowed all his pride and sobbed for a few more moments into her shoulder.

"It's okay," were the only words of comfort she could manage. And truthfully, she wasn't sure he could hear them anyway.

And once he was done and his breathing was normal again and she let his grip around her lighten, she couldn't help but laugh when the first thing he said was, "Fallon, where are your shoes?"

And they both laughed, finding strength and solace in each other as they walked their way out of the woods. Once back in the car and pulling back into the road, the silence found its way between them again. Fallon looked over at Trent and saw that the reddish hue in his cheeks had diminished, and he no longer looked as though his jaw was wired into position. She breathed a sigh of relief. She rested her hand on his again, feeling the gears shift each time it moved.

"I should have let you drive home," he said to her casually, glancing over from the road to her every so often.

She laughed louder and longer than she meant to.

"What?" He asked, clearly confused by her reaction. "You asked to drive one of the fancy cars when I showed them to you yesterday."

She was still somewhat giggling when she finally replied, "oh Trent, you're so amazing for thinking that in the last decade, I may have learned to drive anything except my Honda Civic."

"You can't drive stick?"

"Oh absolutely not."

"You don't still have that 2002 Honda Civic do you?"

"Oh, I absolutely do."

"Is it even safe for you to be driving it anymore?" He asked, excitement and joy in his voice now. An entirely different person than he was before.

"If it's not, do I get to take home one of the pretty cars in your garage?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"You can't even drive them! No, you can take home Jonathan and he can drive you around."

She folded her arms across her chest and pouted, "fine, but I'm gonna complain about it the whole time."

He smiled as they pulled up to the gate of the driveway and Trent rolled down the window to key in the code to open it. As it slowly rolled open, he looked over at her and grabbed her hand, "I really missed you."

"I really missed you too."

"We're also gonna really miss the whole dinner part of this funeral thing, I'd rather just have dinner with you instead."

"Just so you know, I still don't like salmon."

He quickly pulled his hand away from hers, "you still can't drive stick and you still don't eat fish?" He said jokingly. "I'm just gonna drop you off at the McDonald's for a happy meal."

"Can I get French fries?" Her eyes lit up. The familiar grin from when they were young returned to his face. He shifted the car into park and quickly got out to open Fallon's door. When she stood face to face with him, she could smell the slight scent of whiskey lingering, that she wasn't sure was on his breath or the cologne on his suit. She closed the door behind her and leaned up against it. "Can I ask you something?" She asked, nervously picking at the skin on the side of her thumb.

"Sure, ask away."

"Would you think I was a terrible person if I asked you to kiss me right now?" She looked at her feet, feeling her heart rate start to rise and a pit forming in her stomach.

It wasn't that she didn't love Matt, she knew she did. But as she stood there face to face with Trent, the feeling of love that she thought she knew had been completely replaced with something new. She wasn't sure whether it was their past coming back to the surface or his willingness to let her see all of him, but she did know that if he was willing to, she would let him.

Clearly caught off guard Trent hesitated. Her lack of loyalty came as a surprise, when all he knew her as was the girl who was loyal to everyone, did what she had to do to keep everyone happy. The change in her had sparked something in him that was unfamiliar, but welcomed. And no matter how far she may have gotten from him, she still felt like home.

"Would you think I was a bad person for kissing someone who's engaged to another man?"

She looked up from the ground, "I guess it would just make us two bad people."

"I don't think we're bad people, do you?"

She kicked slightly at the dirt of the driveway, "No."

"Then I think sometimes good people just do bad things."

Before he had an opportunity to change his mind, her lips met his.

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That night, Fallon found her way down the long hallway just as she had done the last night of her stay here. But this time, there was no yelling, no crashing, just a soft echo of silence throughout the house.

She knocked on the door to Trent's room and waited. When he did not immediately respond, she waited still, remembering what he said the last time she waltzed her way in to his room. But after some time, she took the step to enter on her own.

She found him in his desk chair, head in his hands, facing the wall. She quietly walked over to him, tapping him gently on the shoulder,

"Trent?" He didn't move. "Trent?" She shook him slightly this time and he jumped at her presence. He was still dressed in his clothes from the funeral and burial.

"Sorry, I think I dozed off." He rubbed his face with the palms of his hands. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I was just checking in on you."

"Oh, I'm okay, I'm just tired, it's been a long day." He blinked a few times, almost like he was trying to get a better look at her, "you look nice."

She smiled as she tossed her damp hair and straightened her silk pajama top. "You should go to bed."

He grunted, and stood up to stretch. She tried to look away when his shirt rode up just enough to show the skin at the top of his boxers. "You should just enjoy the show," he chuckled, catching her eyes.

"I leave tomorrow. And I have a fiancé." She said flatly.

"I know, and that didn't matter earlier." He held her gaze, stepping closer to her.

"I'm worried about you and if you'll be okay here, alone."

"I'm not entirely alone, we've been over this, I'll be fine."

"Will you?"

"Fallon, I'll be okay, stop worrying about me."

She bit at the dry skin on her lip, and hesitantly told him, "I'm scared I'll leave here and you'll drink yourself to death."

That stung Trent more than he wished to admit. Glancing at the half finished glass of whiskey on his desk, he knew the drinking was a problem. But he also knew no one was around to notice or care as long as he stayed in his own world out here. "It'll be fine Fallon."

"But what are you doing out here all alone? What is the pull away from everyone else? Why did you go so far away?"

"We talked about this already, I moved out here for my business and my mom, that was all. There's no other plan to walk into the woods, a bottle in my hands, and drink until I'm gone. I'm dying slowly and surely, just like everyone else. Do you really think once you leave I'm just gonna off myself?"

"I just...don't believe you when you tell me that you're fine."

"You don't have to."

"Trent..."

"No, really, you don't. You'll go home and back to your little life, with your rich future husband, and dreams of writing in a tiny shop in Greece. While the thought of me becomes insignificant again. You were gone for almost five years, I made it then. I'll make it again. I know it really seems like you're all I have Fallon, but there's more to life than us, especially if there is no us. I have work to do, I travel, I'll go out, I'll watch people play music, I talk to people at the bar, I've dated other girls and I've slept with other girls, I'm gonna keep doing all that too. I have plans for what I want to build next, and what I want to do next. I'm sad, and yes I drink, but it is such an insignificant part of your existence, eventually you'll forget about me again."

The anger rose in her now, from where she had stored it all these years, it was freeing itself and she wasn't sure she could stop it. "You were NEVER insignificant!" She shouted at him, poking at his jacket hard with her finger. "You deleted yourself from my life, I tried so hard and you made it so difficult. I was in a constant battle of you versus Matt. And how fair was that?! I was twenty one! How was I supposed to trade one boy I loved for another because he never could find the right words or right time?" She was crying now and getting louder.

"Fallon, please, stop." He said calmly.

"No! You think I ran off into the sunset and never thought about you or worried about you?! I thought about you every day. I TEXTED you! I spent YEARS terrified that since I wasn't around, the next call I got would be that someone found you dead. You have no idea what it was like to be in that headspace and try to actively stay in love with someone else!"

"Fallon..."

"You were so fucking stubborn, why didn't you just tell me you loved me?!" Her voice quieted at this sentiment, "You did, didn't you? Why couldn't you just say it? Everything would be different, our whole lives would have been different."

"YOU WANTED A LIFE I COULDN'T GIVE YOU THEN." He shouted back at her, "AND I SPENT MY TIME BUILDING IT SO IF YOU DID EVER COME BACK IT WOULD BE HERE FOR YOU." She had taken a step back, she knew he would never hurt her, but his anger  had also never been directed towards her. His breaths were heavy and tired, "I didn't think when you came here that you would have a whole life already planned. A fiancé, a career, moving. Sure, I expected little things, but never that your life would already be starting and pre planned." He took a deep breath, "and I don't know which life you want now, but Goddammit Fallon, I don't want you to leave tomorrow." He threw his hands up in the air. "But, if you do, I would understand, I would fall into the background, let you get married, move to Greece, you'd have a great life. But all I know is that you deserve better than great."

She opened her mouth to retaliate, but he quickly came back at her, 

"No wait, let me talk. The ground you walk on should be worshipped, the person who gets to love you should carve poems into trees, build a house and make a life for you. They should love you in ways that make you say so much more than oh my God, Fallon I want to make you scream scriptures you didn't even know you knew. And I want to show you everything, I can take you to Greece and Rome, and wherever, and so can he, but can he show you home right here?" He pointed to his feet on the floor. "Can you make anywhere home with this man that you are going to marry? Because if you can't," he swallowed hard, clearly trying his best to hold back the anger, "if you can't, please don't leave tomorrow. Let me give us our time back."

She stood in front of him tight lipped, her fists curled at her sides and when she made the decision to swing her hand back and strike as hard as possible into his chest, he didn't even move.

"Fallon...," he protested, trying to catch her blows.

She shoved each hand as hard as she could as many times as she could into his chest, each blow coming with more tears than the last, she wasn't sure why she wanted to hit him so badly. Every punch felt like a return for the minutes and hours he didn't exist in her life. Eventually, she couldn't swing her hands anymore. "WHY ARE YOU SO GODDAMN STRONG NOW?!" She screamed into his chest as she buried her face in the collar of his jacket. His embrace around her was warm and familiar as she tried to hold herself up from what felt like her knees were going to give out. Trent felt the shift in weight and easily picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he walked over to then desk to set her down.

"God, you are so full of fire, it's amazing." He took her cheeks gently in his hands and locked his eyes on hers, "listen to me. You're gonna leave tomorrow. I know it, and you know it. And you're gonna go because you're a good and honest person, as selfless as they come. And when you decide to be a little selfish and do what's right for you and not just everyone else, come back to me. But just give me tonight, okay? For tonight, just forget that anything else exists. It's me and you."

Fallon nodded.

"And if this is not what you want, then it's not what you want. I'm not angry, okay? But I just need you to know that I don't fucking care what you tell me about Matt," Trent started planting kisses on her neck,  "I don't care about  the life he says he's gonna give you," he growled angrily, "or that he's gonna be angry when he finds out that you stayed here, because he's the one who fucking interfered. He's the one who got in the way." He ran his hands through her hair and she left out a soft moan. "So years from now, when you're looking for someone to blame," she opened her eyes and met his, raging and longing for her. "When you're finally looking for someone to blame all this on, you blame him." His lips quickly found their way to hers. She ran her fingertips through his hair and worked her way down to start unbuttoning his suit jacket and then his shirt underneath. With her still sitting on the desk, he pulled her in closer to him, the space between their bodies, now minimal as he tossed his jacket aside and his shirt fell to the floor. 

He carefully removed the straps of her pajamas from each of her arms, then draped her arms around his neck. He slid her top off the rest of the way, until it sat around her waist. He went to work kissing her neck and alternating between lightly rubbing and squeezing her now exposed breasts.

He moved his hands to her thighs, running his fingertips up and down them once or twice, making her shriek with laughter against his lips.

"Still ticklish?"

"Mmhmm," she hummed.

He slid both his thumbs past the lace edges of her shorts, in an attempt to remove her panties, which weren't there to start with.

"Are you not wearing underwear?" He stopped their kiss just long enough to ask and for her to shake her head, "no," she was biting at her lip. "You naughty girl," he slid one hand into the leg of her shorts and slowly pushed a finger inside her, she threw her head back and let out a soft moan. "Fuck, Fallon" he whispered into her neck as he continued kissing and nipping at her delicate skin.

He gently moved his finger in and out of her for a few strokes before pausing, "Hey, look at me."
She brought her face towards his again and cupped a hand behind his head. "Do you like this?"
She smiled and nodded.

He slowly eased his finger out of her and brought it to his mouth, licking both his middle and his ring finger, causing her to shriek quietly from embarrassment. "What? No one's ever told you how good you taste before?" He brought both fingers back inside the leg of her shorts and found his way inside of her again. Keeping a slow rhythm and every so often, skimming her clitoris with his thumb.

Her body jerked each time in response to the sensitivity and sensation. She pulled him as close as possible to her, with longing in her eyes, he again, slowly removed his fingers, rubbing her just a few more times before stopping completely.

"No, don't stop," she reached for his hand, but he pulled them back.

"Stop? We're just getting started," he placed his hands under her thighs and lifted her again. This time, pushing her back against the wall and kissing her hard. Now supporting her with his hips it became impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his dress pants. She reached down and fumbled slightly with the buttons.

"Careful with the zipper," they both laughed as his pants fell to the floor, leaving only thin fabric between them.

He pulled her away from the wall, and then casually tossed her to the bed. "Ow!" She cried out half kidding, half not, as he parted her knees and settled briefly between her.

"Sorry, the bed toss seemed like a good idea." He reached for the top of her shorts and slowly pulled them off as he kissed each section of legs, starting at her thighs and down until he reached her toes. As he made his way back up, she suddenly realized, she hadn't showered since this morning.

The embarrassment came over her quickly again, "Trent wait," she pushed his head away, but he fought back, holding tightly to her legs.

"What's wrong?" He asked, gingerly kissing the insides of each of her thighs.
"I...well...I just haven't showered since this morning."

He laughed wholeheartedly, "good." He buried his face between her legs, working magic with his tongue. While he occasionally paused to look up at her and watch the enjoyment on her face, he knew this was  going to be his favorite part of the night. The focus was on her and her pleasure and that's what he loved the most.

"Trent, please, oh my god, fuck." She took a deep breath "fuck...," she whispered.

And as if waiting for his cue, he made his way back to her mouth again. "Wait, but I was so close." She whined.

"I know." He bit at her bottom lip, "but trust me, the longer I make you wait, the better it'll be."

Frustrated and determined now, she pushed him back so he was lying flat on the bed. "I don't like to be teased." She straddled her legs over his and leaned in to kiss him, but still giving herself enough space to grind against him.

"Maybe you don't, but I do." He smiled his devious grin.

She made an effort to pull his boxers down, while never breaking their kiss. And when she finally put him inside her, she made him look her directly in the eyes so he would never forget her face or what she felt like in that moment.

While she took her time and her movements were slow, when he moaned a barely audible "fuck me" into her mouth, she knew she still had her magic touch.

Even though Trent knew he wanted to make this last forever, he wasn't sure he could anymore. Every touch from her, every kiss, every moan, sent him spiraling faster than any girl ever had. So when the opportunity came to lift her up, still inside her, and carry her to the bathroom vanity, he took advantage.

"Look in the mirror," he whispered to her as he set her down and withdrew himself from her for only a few seconds as he took the spot behind her now. He entered her slowly, fully, and watched as her back arched each time he thrust into her.  One of his hands found it's way gently around her throat, "I promise I won't hurt you, just tell me to stop, and I will."

There was nothing tense about her, and she smiled at him when their eyes locked in the mirror in front of them.  "Nothing scares you, and I love that," he said, kissing her hard one more time. "This is the best part," he whispered in her ear. His hand pressed lightly around her neck again, the other between her legs, finding a rhythm between rubbing her and thrusting into her.

As they both looked at the reflection of their bodies, Trent started to once again whisper in her ear. "Imagine this for me, you decide to stay, and not move to Greece with your fiancé. You live here with me, we have sex all the time, in the kitchen, the living room, the garden, wherever you want." She moaned slightly, pushing her weight against the hand between her legs. "I take care of you, you have your own office, you write for fun, no more late nights in the city." Their eyes met in the mirror again, both of them with a smile. "You call me your husband, everything here is yours too, there's never an ask or a bother, its yours. You're my wife."

"Trent...stop," she said breathlessly. "Trent, please..."

He immediately let go of her neck, and readjusted their position so she was sitting open legged on the sink in front of him, he pushed himself into her again, and returned his hand to it's original spot on her neck. "There's holidays, vacations, birthday cakes, and babies, lots of babies running around. You're overwhelmed, but I just pick up the kids and put them in their rooms, and run the two of us a bath and watch you relax, beautiful as ever."

He felt the orgasm rising in him and went to work making sure she did too. "And you never have to wonder if you're loved, because every morning your coffee is made and every night the sheets are just like you like them," she wrapped her feet around his hips pulling him close to her as every part of her body contracted around his, finally allowing himself to let go too. "Tell me you don't want that," he embraced her with all the strength he had left, "tell me that's not the life you want to build."

She molded her body against him, her entire body overcome with pleasure, her nails digging into his skin, her head thrown back without a care. She wanted to keep him so close that no one would dare try and separate them.

Their breathless hold on each other, eventually started to loosen and their bodies started to part. Fallon examined herself in the mirror that Trent so badly wanted her to look in. She wasn't sure who she saw look back at her. But she no longer recognizes the version of herself that was living in this body. She noticed that she did look thin and frail and suddenly longed for the long and luscious hair she once had. All the pieces of her that seemed to be his favorite.

Trent kissed her hair, one last time meeting her eyes in the mirror, "you're so god damn beautiful, has anyone every told you?"

"Just this guy I knew once, he was in love with me."

"Lucky him to get to be in love with you." He kissed her forehead and suddenly all the worries she previously thought of while looking at herself were gone and she recognized herself perfectly when his reflection was next to hers.

He left through the door to left and she heard the bath water turn on, When he came back to retrieve her, she made sure to show him the rest of her tattoos.

"I have the stingray here, but also a spider web here," she gestured towards the tattoo across her sternum, "and I have one here," she pointed at her hipbone, but Trent couldn't make out what it was. "And last but not least, this one" she giggled, graciously showing off the small slice of pepperoni pizza on her left butt cheek.

"Why in the world did you get that?" Trent smiled.

Fallon shrugged, "it seemed like a fun idea at the time, and it was. Sometimes it reminds me of you."

Trent just shook his head, "butt pizza reminds you of me, I've really made it in life now," he smiled at her. "Come on," he lightly smacked the pizza slice and smiled, "the tub should be full."

She followed behind him, silently giggling when his butt cheeks jiggled with each step he took. She was completely and irrevocably obsessed.

He turned off the knob to the water and dipped his hand in, checking the temperature. "Perfect."

Without hesitation, Fallon stepped in and sank down into the warm water. "Get in," she insisted to Trent.

"I'll shower when you're done."

"Please?" She gave him  the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. He smiled in response, and sank down behind her. As she shifted up against him and rested her head on his chest, she could hear the quick pace of his heart, beating in her ear. "What're you thinking about that your heart is racing like that?" She asked, her eyes closed and her voice relaxed.

"Nothing," he lied, as he reached for the bottle of body wash, lathered it between his hands, and rubbed it across her shoulders and down her spine.

"You're lying to me," she pulled her knees to her chest, and carefully leaned froward, peering back at him over her shoulder.

"I wouldn't lie to you." He was cupping water from the tub in his hands now and slowly washing the bubbles away.

She reached back to pull her hair away, holding it high on her head, "your plan sounds nice."

"What plan?" He asked her curiously.

"The one you were just telling me about, sex in the garden, coffee already made, babies running around."

Half his mouth turned up at the thought of what he said, "it's a nice dream right?" He finished rinsing the final bits of soap from her back and proceeded to stand and step out of the bath tub. "Take your time, I'm gonna leave you be for a little while, like I said, I'll shower when you're done."

She frowned at the look of confusion and hurt on his face when he walked away and out of the bathroom. She quickly finished cleaning up, drained the water from the tub and wrapped herself in one of the large fluffy towels sitting on the sink.

As she sauntered her way back into the bedroom, she found Trent, in his boxers now, bent over his laptop at his desk. She made her way over to him and slid a gentle hand up his arm and to the back of his neck, running her nails lightly over the stubble on his cheeks. "It's too late too be working."

"Or is it just early enough to get started?"

"What time is it anyway?" She squinted, looking at the small clock on his computer screen.

"It's four o'clock."

"Oh, is that all?" She chuckled, readjusting the towel around her.

"Everything is in the dresser, shirts, pants, shorts, whatever you want," he stood from his desk, closing his laptop and kissing her again on the forehead, "I'm gonna take a quick shower, I'll be right out." He disappeared in the bathroom.

She took a brief moment to sit at his desk and imagine what it must be like to be him. The important phone calls, the decisions, the paperwork, it all sounded very boring to her. She twirled slightly in the chair, when out of the corner of her eye she noticed he had left his phone sitting on the charging port.

Suddenly overwhelmed with an idea, she quickly ran to the spot where she had cast his button up shirt off of him earlier. She slid each of her arms in the material and buttoned a singular button to keep it somewhat closed.

Amused by her own idea, she grabbed his phone from the desk, swiped it to the camera and made her way to the bed. She tousled her hair and took two photos, posed so the camera showed just enough of her face, and angled just slightly downward towards the opening above the button. She took another of her resting on her knees, smiling, as she shrugged the too large shirt off her shoulders, revealing her collar bones and just the top of her breasts.

And finally, she set the timer on the camera, propped it against the wall and posed her self in a photo of her entire body, still wrapped in his shirt, but this time with her knees bent and slightly parted.

At the sound of the shower water turning off, she grabbed the phone from it's current position, rested it back on the charger on his desk, and took a seat in the chair once again.

As Trent made his way back into the room, now in a pair of gray sweat pants, combing his hair back into place, he took notice of her clothing choice. He smirked, pressed his lips to hers and said, "you look better in it than I do." He proceeded to pick up the rest of the pieces of his suit and hook them on the back of bedroom door.

"It smells like you," she said, taking a deep inhale of the collar. "What is it? It smells expensive."

"It's Joe Malone, 'something and bergamot,' and you'd be right, it is kind of expensive." He walked over to the dresser, "but I don't wear it other than special occasions." He proceeded to spray the cologne on his neck and chest.

Fallon laughed at the sight of him, "is bed a special occasion?" She asked, getting up from the chair and making her way over to it.

"Well, if you're gonna be in it."

"Wow, I'm a special occasion?!" She asked jokingly, as she crawled from the bottom of the bed to the pillows at the head rest.

After turning the light off, and settling in next to her, Fallon shifted uncomfortably.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't quite see her in the dark, just the silhouette of her body moving next to him.

"It may smell like you, but this shirt isn't meant to be slept in." She undid the button that was holding it in place and shrugged it off casually, tossing it over the headboard. "Better," she pulled her self closer to him, feeling the heat that was radiating from his torso.

"You had nothing on under that either huh?" He pulled her to him, so her head was resting on him.

She giggled, "nope." She took a moment to pull her hair out from under her and allowed it to spill from it's tucked position behind her shoulders, to be loose and free. With one hand, Trent ran his fingers through it continuously, the other sat caressing her hip and thigh.

"What time is your flight?"

"3 o'clock," she answered, starting to drift in and out of sleep.

"Okay, I'll make sure you get there."

"Does that mean you're going to take us, or is Jonathan responsible for us again?"

"Jonathan is going to take you there, I have some things I need to get to that I've put off this weekend."

"But it's Sunday."

"I wish the medical fields stopped on Sundays."

"We never even got to talk about what you do." She yawned in the middle of the sentence, starting to fade.

"It wasn't important, don't worry, we'll have time to talk about it eventually." Her breathing had gotten heavier and she had the familiar twitch of someone who was just overcome by their exhaustion. "I hope."

He continued stroking her hair, trying to commit to memory her smell, the curve and shape of her body against his, the feeling of her skin, and the sound of her breathing. All the things that he knew he would eventually lose again.