He spoke of a memory immersed in sleep, a touch of comfort the length of her hair flowing over his forearm. She whispered "what are you waiting for?" and he simply pointed out of the window, into the snow.
She woke, gathered her clothes, kissed his restless eyes as he slept, and walked out on life as they knew it.
Tomorrow's sunrise is going to be glorious, she thought. That, and everything that will follow.
He woke up, staring blindly into the night. Unable to breathe, he clawed at her scent, and burst into rivulets when she wandered too far away.