They lay on their sides, facing each other. Eyes closed, in restful repose. The faintest hint of smiles on their lips. Their feet pointed to each other, their bent knees almost touching. They were an arm’s length from each other, their arms extended towards each other. Of one arm each their hands met, thumbs hooked into each other; the palms rested together, the fingers clasped the others’ wrist. The other hand of each cupped the others’ cheek. As we stormed the gates and broke down the doors, it was how we had often hoped, always wished, they would be.
Then in the exhalation of that thought, they were gone.