Juliet's eyes were strained and her face was blood shot red. She tried hard to cover up her facial expression with that new brown hair she has that Michael has grown so used to. He saw through her hiding game and reached for her, clinging so hard to her he thought he would never be able to let go.
"Just one more time," she whispered to him, tugging on his shirt, "I know it's a silly request, but one more time."
"I love you," Michael whispered, kissing her lips gently as they fell out of their clothes and into her bed, sharing what is undoubtedly the most heart wrenching experience of his life. It was satisfying when it shouldn't have been, knowing that it was his last time to really be hers. That's all that was running through his head; don't enjoy it, because you'll miss it even more when she's only your memory.
