flashfictober 2020 05: blade, beloved, witch

The prompt includes the word ‘beloved,’ which means that I HAVE TO go wistful and melancholy. It’s basically the law.

When we came back to earth, she tilted her head to mine, our sticky foreheads touching, our breaths mingling between our mouths. Close enough to kiss. A distance I regret.

The long days of summer always promise more time. Always more until there isn’t.

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