[he lets her. he lets her and she doesn't know what to do with it. she stays there, shy of pressing against him but still locked in the kiss, for as much time as she can steal. her grip loosens, but her eyes stay closed. she can't look at him while she does this.]
[if she looks at him, she will see herself again. she'll see ten thousand years of unrequited love and the single moment that she's stuck in right now where she has never come off as more pathetic in her life. if she stays for a moment longer, it will mean something. it will have to. she has not crossed so many planets and lived so many centuries for this to be meaningless in the end of her life. she has not. it cannot.]
[but she feels nothing.]
[the void yawns within her, and she feels nothing. her god is at her fingertips, hanging from her lips, and she feels nothing. she lets go of his wrists, and she feels nothing, and she pulls her head back, and she feels nothing.]
[she doesn't open her eyes, and her lips barely move.]
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[if she looks at him, she will see herself again. she'll see ten thousand years of unrequited love and the single moment that she's stuck in right now where she has never come off as more pathetic in her life. if she stays for a moment longer, it will mean something. it will have to. she has not crossed so many planets and lived so many centuries for this to be meaningless in the end of her life. she has not. it cannot.]
[but she feels nothing.]
[the void yawns within her, and she feels nothing. her god is at her fingertips, hanging from her lips, and she feels nothing. she lets go of his wrists, and she feels nothing, and she pulls her head back, and she feels nothing.]
[she doesn't open her eyes, and her lips barely move.]
Tell me you love me. Please.