a buzzing phone wakes the two.

irritated mumbles come from both as they struggle,

throwing the blankets around in search.

thirty-seven missed calls.

seventy-four messages. 

Where are you?

Call us, we're worried

This isn't funny, where the hell are you now?

The spell over them,

it's

broken.

he traces her face one last time before nodding.

time to go,

his eyes say.

thank you for the time of my life.