Lie Here
"I lied," his voice was soft and the morning breeze carried it away. The cicadas screamed over him, their stench rose in the coming heat.
"If you'd said it. If I'd been closer, faster..."
Tears damn it. Again. Cold, not like hers. Josef said a few decades and they would stop.
He didn't want a few decades. He didn't want a few hours, a few minutes, a few seconds. He wanted her.
"I'm gonna lie here with you. Just for a while," his cheek hit the cool dirt, fingers curling in the mounds, and let the sun rise above them.