Her Solace

She was his morning, evening, and night. She was his day and his dawn. She was his seconds, minutes, and hours. She was his breath — and his death. But for her? He was nothing but her way of escape. Her way to leave her past. Her momentary peace in chaos. Her borrowed calm before the storm returned. He found love in her silence, while she found silence in his love. He built a world around her smile, while she was still searching for her own reflection. And when she finally learned to breathe again, her past was standing right at her door.