I close my eyes to hide the tears.
I take deep breaths and will the drops to sink back into my ducts. You lie beneath me, your heartbeat strong against my cheek. I explore the smooth planes of your chest as if I’ve never felt them before; my fingers move of their own accord, tracing alchemical symbols I don’t understand, or don’t remember. You root me to this bed, solid in a way I don’t quite believe in.
I blink in rapid-fire bursts, but the tears are slow to evaporate…and anyway, they’ll leave a mark.
Happiness has a way of doing that.