Gracefully spinning her away from him, their fingertips linger touching as their eyes lock once again. Her breath catches in her throat for half a moment and pang of sadness flashes over her eyes for the other half. She knew and wonders if he did, too.

Sleep and Fate were working in duality this night. They hath swooped down upon her and bore her facelessly into the starry night. When will they meet again like this?

Time will tell.