[She doesn't want to believe that. She usually refuses to believe that.

But maybe he's right. Because isn't this what always happens to soulmates? Somehow or another, the universe tears them apart.]

Will you tell me a story?

[She curls up close, tucking herself against them, brushing away a few more stubborn tears.]

Tell me how it would have gone? The rest of our life together, what it would have been like.