She was making these small noises as infinitesimal as the worlds she hid inside her and yet- she herself was as vast and unfathomable as the galaxies unfolding within her heart. Unmindful about her existence she kept murmuring, her throat pulsating with weary determination every time I tried pulling away from her.

Struggling to hold her within my limitations we wobbled backward, slamming hard against the brick wall of the alleyway that glistened with our darkness. The force of it failed to unfasten her from me. Her breath afresh in my mouth her lips as delicious as they were pink, her lies sweet as starlight and bespoke of how little springs she had witnessed. Pressed up against me by default, she was soft as the night around us and as steadfast as sin.

Something other than the moon was calling her then, moonbeams reminding her of her fealty, however feeble it was.

She broke the kiss.
I have to go.
I know.
I won't be coming back.
I know.

Taking her dirk from my hand she sheathed it, driving it home with unnecessary spite. Pulling her hood over the flock of her wavy hair she lowered the brim over her face, her fingers lingering, hoping to obscure something that was already lost.

Her next move had her whirling around, for she knew how this game was played unfortunately, and she danced out of my shadows.

The resounding patter of her bare feet on the cobblestones was claiming something else whilst she was a disclaimer in herself. She receded from memory, discontent, her farewell drollest of mockeries.

Then the evenfall swallowed her as she was wont to swallow my reasons.

This was how I last saw her. Her crimson cape swirling behind her in her wake, her movements carrying her forward, she was moving as if she meant to ride the very moonlight that was masking her departure. And then she was truly gone.