Makam & Jennette Part 6 (The End)
“Why do they call this the window?” I tilted my head back until the sunlight caught the teal flecks scattered within the glass dome a few feet above us. The sun didn’t seem like a burning sphere, cooled as it was by the feet thick dome.
Makam planted a hand against the smooth surface. “It’s the only place they can see out.”
I shuddered, glancing back toward the dark, unending tunnel we’d emerged from. “Why would anyone choose to live here?”
He faced me, arms crossed tight. “You haven’t asked how I found you.”
A brisk retort slipped away when I met his black gaze. His eyes were smoke and deepest night. I could stumble in them forever. “I didn’t want to know,” I whispered.
His hands cupped my face and my duplicitous legs carried me forward between his elbows. It was easier to breathe there against his chest, after long hours hoping he would come. Wondering why he would. Feeling the ache inside and wondering just how much of my soul was gone now.
“I once fueled a world book too.” His whisper grated like smoke in the throat. “Our souls are missing the same sort of pieces.”
I tilted back to look at him, and his fingers caught in my hair. “But why do I feel…” The ache was gone, this close to him. Why did I feel more whole now, if we were both torn ragged?
He kissed me softly, and I felt like a cup brimming over. Without a word, he showed me what two broken souls can do.
