Separation
'Where are you?''In the forest, walking''Oh, I will meet you somewhere?''I don't think we will find each other … (sends). He walks on, another five minutes.
(Twenty-five minutes later, her screen; which she always promptly checked and kept near) ' … The trees are many and the communication, between you and me, faltering. I don't think we will find each other.'
Finally, she put the screen down and pushed the device away.Even the ether shed tears and fell silent, in it's reflection.