Past
Dreams, like fairytales, all come to an end. We wake or turn that final page. There's no escaping it. It may take days, years, or an entire lifetime, but forever doesn't truly exist. No matter how hard we wish or try, the end always comes.
Nox's and my final day, the last day of my vacation, arrived. Though we'd both awakened early, we'd been granted a short reprieve when Nox successfully lulled me back to sleep. With the sun barely up, I'd drifted away in a sweet cloud of musk, wrapped in the arms of the man I barely knew.
I didn't know his last name, where he lived, or what he did, but I knew that in the six days and five nights we'd been together, I'd lost my heart to him. I didn't know if he'd stolen it or if I'd given it. I even tried to convince myself that it wasn't the en
