I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark - Thomas Hobbes
She remembered his scent. His poise and eloquence. The delight he took in stimulating a jaded mind. She remembered the first touch, the subtle loosening of his fingers as she explained herself. Those fingers came to caress her skin with a fierce tenderness in her most desperate moments.
She remembered the calculating glances, the evaluating stares. His refusal to indulge her temper contradicted by unwavering devotion. The uncanny ability to support without words. The relentlessness of his verbal attacks.
His final collapse. The surrender of his body as he left without her.
The last breath seemed eternal. At last, she was leaving. The soul that yearned for freedom became unbound. A ghost of a smile graced her lips as she stared into the void. No one with her, no one holding her hand. Yet not once did her smile fade.
She felt complete and weightless in the knowledge that she'd tried her hardest. She would not leave this broken body thinking her best wasn't good enough.
Only now would she yield and allow herself to be carried away. For she knew who awaited her on the shore: the one soul in the galaxy who had found hers and would do so again, across the sea.