Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away.

The sharp light of the stars and moon sliced away her misconceptions and pared down their layers until the feelings that had always existed between them lay bare.

The motel smelled like rust and regret.

Fuck, he deserved kindness, he deserved love and he deserved better than her.