Sometimes, Edgar wakes up in the middle of the night from nightmares and just lies there, trying to catch his breath. In those moments, looking at Rachel lying beside him with her red hair strewn across the pillow, it's hard not to get caught up in the terrifying thoughts of lasts.
That someday they may have a last night of being together like this. That someday the red around her will be blood and it will be the last time he can hold her. That someday he or she will draw their last breath and leave the other alone.
It helps to curl in closer, press a light kiss against the top of her head. Helps when she stirs just slightly at the touch, her lips parting to let out a breath he can pretend is his name. Helps just enough that when he closes his eyes, he can almost banish away the thoughts of lasts completely and lull himself into believing that forever is a permanent thing.
That someday they may have a last night of being together like this. That someday the red around her will be blood and it will be the last time he can hold her. That someday he or she will draw their last breath and leave the other alone.
It helps to curl in closer, press a light kiss against the top of her head. Helps when she stirs just slightly at the touch, her lips parting to let out a breath he can pretend is his name. Helps just enough that when he closes his eyes, he can almost banish away the thoughts of lasts completely and lull himself into believing that forever is a permanent thing.