Their relationship started innocently: friends who talked mostly online.
He was in an abusive relationship, and she was unhappy in hers. They were a support for each other in all ways.
For six months, they met whenever they could.
Lunch breaks for coffee, dinner, overnight trysts. Every time she said they couldn’t work, and he’d vow to keep away. Yet they could never stay silent or apart.
Soon they’d meet again; torrid as a desert sun, bittersweet like fine wine—until their relationship became too complicated to remain hidden.
Outside in the rain, they kissed goodbye, one last time, as lovers.