ACT 4

˗ˏˋˎˊ˗ THE FALL ˗ˏˋˎˊ˗

Just him. Oliver. A few seconds.

The taste of eternity. The pain of her punishment.

How does he lie next to someone else when her body fits into him like it was carved from the same god?

How does he touch anyone else when his hands only know the shape of her— her hands, her throat, her cheekbones, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, the line of her spine, like they were built to rest beneath his palms?

How can he live with the knowing that the world goes on, and she's no longer his?