You.
Me.
We stood on the edge of that landscape, where the grass no longer grew and the birdsong had died long ago, and stared at one another.
We didn't dare hold hands.
There was so much empty space between us, so filled with the unsaid, too solid for either of us to bridge that gap.
Midsummer darkness surrounded us. No stars lit our sky. No moon cast its glow.
In that moment, I nearly went mad from the deafening silence.

That lone teardrop that trailed slowly down your flushed cheek was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.