"Eons."

	Thought and memory came to mind; remembrance of that first meeting. An apple came to her, from him. Able to touch, able to taste. The smallest of bites taken between pale dusty lips.

	The sound of the skin breaking, the crisp taste that enveloped the senses; cool and refreshing. Gentlest of sighs escaped in reaction to memory alone, nothing more than whispers of nightingales.

	The light of Tania within her soul sparkled when she tasted that first apple. Then came his touch, oh sweet Omega, his touch. Shiver ran from spine to tips of fingers. Caught up they were to find another with the same curse and freedom in each other they clung to. Such sweet oblivion it was.

	"Have you heard from him?"

	Eyes of deep sorrow swept towards the one that wished to be known as Happy for the time, a glimmer of hope radiated within them; awaiting for answer.