It’s over. She knows this. But the flesh has memory, too, and with memory comes regret. Her body recalls the way he felt inside her; her mind thinks of the words they said that last day. She remembers them exactly, regrets them completely, and hears them again, right now. They are precise, efficacious, incendiary. And as her body craves to taste his--to take some part of him in her mouth and keep it there--her thoughts engirdle the minutes, hours, and days remaining within. She takes a single breath, and holds it as long as she can.