“If I told you I was going to die tomorrow,” she asked, “What would you say to me today?”
“Why? Are you going to die tomorrow?” he replied.
“No!” she answered, voice swollen with certainty. “I’m just curious.”
He gazed at her for a long time, then answered her question. Love softened her eyes, and she smiled at his answer, showing her approval with a kiss.

The next morning, glass shattered and tires screamed, and no one saw it coming.
She didn’t even feel the impact.

He found out through a crackly announcement, stained with shallow losses.

He spoke his answer twice, and the second time was over her coffin, pale wood painted midnight. His words fell with his  tears, staining the blue with white sorrow.

“I will never forget you, never take you out of my heart. Even though you’re not here, our souls are still bound for all eternity. I swear that I will find you again someday.”