Coconut Grove Blooming like the shadows upon you I drowned beside

Reverie scarcely heard him. He embraced her and all the rest fell away. Thoughtlessly she turned to wrap her own arms around him, to bury her face in his fur in a vain attempt at stifling her tears.
She wanted him to hold her; she wanted him to kiss her, and tell her again that it would be alright, and that he would stay. And she knew that he would not, because reality was never quite so pretty. He was not truly hers. But for a moment she could pretend that he was, and that he would stay, and in doing so he would somehow fill that nameless void Reverie felt herself crumbling further into with each day. It was a pretty thought, at least.