He pushed her gently against the hardwood walls. Squeezed her shoulders firmly as if to reassure himself that he still had control. Her tiny back touched the door with a small sound as she leaned forward, resisting his motion. She kissed him on the cheek with the side of her face, nuzzling him gently with her nose. She pulled his rough calloused hand onto her palm then squeezed it tightly around her hand. His eyes flashed open and he looked into her smoky eyes. She smiled weakly as if as if she were in some sick pall. She seemed to fall into him like a zombie in some catatonic state. He would not let her go and so they embraced nearly to the point of absorption. This was the goodbye moment.
He tugged her elbow and pulled her as close as he could into his singular space. They were two statues now, embraced in some absurd angelic pose. She looked at him without blinking as her eyes traced the outline of his face. She challenged herself to remember the love that seemed to once really radiate from his head. He smiled, as he had always done when they were together. They had known better times than this one.
She loved him always without failure, but it would not stop them from becoming ghouls. They would eat from the dead life that was now being scrutinized. They would never be together again and yet in some future moment they would vainly attempt to resurrect the memory of one another. They would have to live so simply on the remnants of an old life even with a half-grasped significance; the life that was once so bright and full. They would become sorrowful shades plagued by grief and doubt, and so many unanswered questions. He felt that it would have been easier to beat her down, and destroy any sacred memory of their past. He wanted to push her away.
For a moment, selfishly, he did not want to have memories that were unfulfilling because the sense of what was occurring in the now was hurting him badly. He felt that he had half a handful of joy and half a handful of sorrow. They embraced roughly. They were like two bolts of lightning joined in the center, two coils of electric current tensed in the moment. Her lips parted slowly, pursed as if to speak a vowel. No sound came out of her mouth. The words roiled in her mind, but did not fall from her lips. There were no words no sound no breath.
He kissed the top of her forehead and ran his fingers through the curly mop of her red hair. She clenched her teeth, and then pushed her face as deep into his chest as deeply as it would go. Everything she felt, everything she could have been was summed up in that moment. Time did not seem to matter for them as they stood encapsulated. He nodded his head in order to reaffirm what she herself felt in her bosom. From her breast came the smallest whimper. Tonight, they existed as one.
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