The two stared at each other through an immeasurable amount of time and emotional distance. 

Many years previous, they beat like kindred souls, kindred hearts as one. 

The time passed like quicksand, weighed down by the heaviness of a million broken pieces. 

We never moved past the hurt and despair that comes with life, and love, and challenges. 

We never married each other, never had children together, never grew to love each horrific piece of each other's pasts. 

Too much time, too much hurt. 

A thousand years passed between them. One wife. One husband. Four children combined. 

But now, advanced age and an era of distance fell to the wayside.

Alone, with only each other, nothing of the past seems meaningful. 

We need this. 

Our blood mingles with passion, longing, loving. 

We beat together, we bleed together. 

We all bleed the same.