Then Winter Falls

People drift apart. But Felix always believed in String Theory.
They meet again, but this time the summer days had been replaced by the winter cold. The pink-orange sunsets had given way to blue, ashen evenings.
The hotel that once tied them together has turned into a place of dust and webs, yet it still holds their memories.
They belonged to each other only in places forgotten by time, when they were forgotten by people. This winter would decide whether they could exist beyond exile.