Ache

He let his gaze fall upon her flower petaled face, so soft it begged caress, trying to will an exchange. She rarely noticed him, his breathless yearning for moments. “Impossibilities bear beauty for the ache of never,” he thought. Life flashes as her smile dawns in merciless recognition. “Never.”
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