I woke up to the sound of his heartbeats.
It's a slow rhythm, one that comforts me in this darkness.
With only the light of the fake phosphor stars,
I can see his pale, beautiful face.
He's asleep, but very much alive.
At least for now.
At least for a few hours,
I'll still be able to embrace the warmth that's him.
Until the fuel runs out and we are doomed forever,
I can hug him and listen to his soft breaths.
There's a strange beauty to our current situation.
We're literally lost among the stars.
Held by the other, breathing the same air,
we float amidst the lights in the vast empty darkness,
miles away from the place we once called home.
Because now, nothing else exists to me except him.
Now, all that's real are his arms around my body.
Entwined together, our fingers are the last remnants of life.
And as I drift away into sleep once more,
I press my lips to his shoulder.
A final goodbye,
and then we're gone,
together.
Two hearts lost in space, and in each other,
till the end of time, perhaps.