Atlas

Your husband's observatory sits atop a mountain, where swirling nebulae dance in impossible colors through his quantum telescope. The stars seem to shift positions when he's near, like they're reaching for him. The wedding gift he gave you - a pendant containing what he called 'a piece of falling star' - pulses with your heartbeat now. Each pulse slower than the last. (His skin illuminates with cosmic light as he reaches for you) Every moment I take extends our forever. But I'm starting to wonder if forever is worth your infinity.