Extreme angst from Doomsday. You were warned.
The idea for this one came to me at 5am.
His hand resting on the cold, white wall, trying to break through.
Her screams echoing in the nearly empty room, hands beating at the taunting blankness.
Their hands trying to meet through the unforgiving barrier, swearing to try anything to get back to one other.
Three hearts broken into glassy splinters.
Two lives of adventure ripped away, never to be found again.
One now silent man, alone once more.
One crying girl, who can never return home.
Things they left unspoken to be said some other day, believing they had forever together.
They should have remembered.
Forever is never possible.