Holly reveled in Peter’s warmth. Lifetimes of trauma melted away, lost in the thrill of their moonlight kiss. For the first time in a long while, she felt utterly at ease. A dim part of her (the part that was privy to all she’d done and all she would do) smiled faintly, then disappeared into her incomplete self. Blessed relief coursed through her; she wasn’t ready to face the entirety of her existence.
Not yet, anyway.
But Peter was. Just like Holly he felt relief, but resolution as well. He accepted all he’d done and took full responsibility for it. Eons of baggage fell from his mind, and he touched the truest peace that a conscious being could ever know.
They shot across the Bay Area night, aglow with the promise of coming dawn. A rind of sunlight limned the horizon, splashing the clouds with gold and pink.
She palmed his cheeks and kissed him again.