Scheming Fools in Love

Delaney stares up at the night sky, breathing heavily and unsteadily.

It looks like one large hole from down there, a port-wine black littered with stars and unblemished by clouds. Despite its far-stretching darkness and unfathomable vastness, it seems much better than the fire and brimstone below. It feels as if it's devouring her, a reminder of an age-old dream she used to live in.

A memory from the past. The border between then and now.

Delaney remembers for the last time, eyes turning dim and cold. 

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'It would be very easy to get too comfortable here,' Delaney thought.

Beside her lay the man she spent the night with. He slept, his breath even and untroubled, long hair brushing against her shoulder. Gone with the wind were his words of love hours before.

He had said he liked her.