He remembers the perfect arc of her neck, her arched back, her tail trailing behind her like a comet. He remembers her willing herself to soar ever-higher when she ought to have fallen. He remembers an outline against the void, wreathed in kaleidoscopic glory. 

He remembers looking up, and seeing stars.

“Mmhmm…” And this little cloud tinges sunset red. “If it were anything but love, how did we get this far?”