Something akin to understanding passed between them.
And it seemed, then, in that moment, that if only someone would say the right words, or do the right thing, if Fate would intervene the way Fate was meant to intervene, if a door were to slam or a bird were to whistle, then they would remember themselves and all the reasons separating them and disaster would be averted.
But nothing was said. And nothing was done. And under the orange and purple sky, under the moon creeping into the horizon, something terrible happened.
They never had a chance. They were doomed.