She flew. With only passion in her mind, she flew. Never alone, he flew as well. High, farther from the ground than even the birds themselves. Spiraling into the clouds, in this world there was neither up nor down only space. No sound but that which was produced by their bodies cutting through the air. Here there was no sorrow, no pain, no loneliness.only him.with her. They stopped and he reached out his hand pulling her to him. Closer and closer she came until finally, pressed against his chest she feared he would absorb her completely. He tilted her chin up toward his face pressing his lips to hers lavender strands of hair tangling with blonde ones. When it ended he looked into her eyes, down into her soul . . . "stay with me" She smiled and opened her mouth to answer "I-" then stopped, the world began to fade. "Oh no." He stared at her confused, "Juu?" She shook her head, hot tears running down her cheeks, "no! Not now! I'm not ready to go!" "Juu what's wrong?!" She clung to him, desperate now. "Please! Don't let her take me back!" He held her to him, "who?" She didn't answer, instead she cried out into thin air. "No! Don't make me go! Please don't make me leave this place! He loves me here! He loves me!" She screamed as he started to fade from sight and as she tried to grasp him her hands came away empty. "don't leave me!", she cried to him, "don't leave me alone!". The sky had gone black and she found herself drifting further and further away. "No! I don't want to go back! He doesn't love me there! He doesn't love me."

. . .

"No!" she screamed as she woke. Glancing around, she found herself once again in her own bedroom within the capsule house. Flinging the covers away she stumbled from the bed and down the hall to where he lay asleep. The door was open and she peeked inside. Pools of moonlight were splashed across his face as he lay sleeping peacefully, limbs sprawled everywhere. A tear formed its own salty trail down her cheek. 'He's so beautiful'. She sank quietly to the floor in the hallway, crying herself to sleep.

. . . he doesn't love me there . . .