“The moment you have to ask for certainty, you’ve already felt its absence.”
bb grey
She rose onto her toes, as if by getting just a little closer, she might finally reach the part of him that always felt just out of touch. It wasn’t his height—it was the distance. Still, she reached for him anyway, her fingers curling gently around his arm, drawing him toward her like a wish she was too afraid to say aloud.
His eyes—those brown eyes, soft and sad, rimmed in storm-grey like clouds threatening rain—met hers. His hair, once deliberate and styled, now fell in quiet disarray, a gentle unraveling that matched what she felt between them. He parted his lips, as if to offer her a lifeline of words, but he waited. He wanted her to go first.
“Babe,” she whispered, her voice already trembling under the weight of the moment, “promise me we’ll always love each other. No matter who’s right or wrong… no matter what was said or left unsaid. That we’ll remember this moment—refer to it like a compass—when we lose our way.”
She paused, swallowed the hope that kept her standing. “Promise me?”
He hesitated. Just for a breath. Just long enough.
And that was it. That breath of doubt—unspoken but deafening—told her everything she had prayed it wouldn’t.
He smiled gently, cupped her cheek with a touch that still knew her well, and answered, “Of course, sweetness. Of course.”
But it had already passed. The moment where love could’ve answered without thinking.
And she knew.
It was over.
BB Grey--musings 
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