The conversation did not bring relief. Neither me nor the elf. I wanted, I really wanted to give in to him. Pass the silk of his hair through your fingers again. Feel the taste of the kiss. Check the smoothness of the skin on the shoulders and chest. To the point of itching in the palms, to clouding of consciousness. It is forbidden. I will burn from the loss. And he will suffer from pricks of conscience for not listening to the arguments of reason. There will be happiness from finding each other, but it will be short-lived. Everything will be consumed by the anticipation of imminent loss. You can't isolate yourself from the whole world. Fate will still get you, no matter how much you run from it.