He believed in magic. His kind of magic. Thoughts of disappearing were always on his mind, thinking one day he’d just be gone.

She saw it coming. At night, this lover would hold onto her. Hands under blankets around her waist. His gut pressed against her back.

This made her feel whole. Made her feel wanted. Until one night, he stopped. She slept on her side of the bed, and he slept on his. They lay there in silence. Not a word between them for hours. Dreaming throughout the night, what it would be like to just let go.

And one day, they did. He took off out East to roam around where he found he could not run anymore. He had no future. A forgotten past. She no longer entered his mind. Gone. She had disappeared.