Terminus

“I cannot wait to transition from this vapid exile of decor and detour into something less of a sham than what I already am.” The creature spoke faintly into her neck.

“Can’t you breathe, sir?” she replied, concerned for her companion.

He sighed and wistfully said, “I do not know where to find the air.”

It may not matter. “I am aging, and so are you.” She whispered.

It was a sudden change, yet it spanned across a lifetime.

She broke.

This meant that he too, could no longer be.

Their souls were radiant as they glimmered through the cracks of her decaying body.