A/N: Just another drabble based on the challenge word: Space from the SFTCOL(AR)S forum. Enjoy. (also a kind of a tag thingy for Sex and Violence? He He...)
A punch, a look, a word.
It caused pain, hurt, and anger.
With every stab, with every lie, with every disjointed movement, they seemed to grow further apart, to grow deeper into a recess that was harder to dig out of.
It was nothing they could undo, nothing they could rebuild.
It was left to the past, left to the present loneliness of their minds.
To never get back what was lost, what could never be found was the hardest burden to bear.
No matter the devils, demons, and ghosts they must face, the space between them shall always divide.