Moving in

"I'll end up in your kitchen eventually," you said.
"No you won't, darling," said I.

"And incidentally, I saw you take the silverware. All my fine cutlery and I know you were handing it out to the other maids.

"You see, I know all this and don't think for a second that I didn't see through your concern last night, when you asked me if I wished the door shut. There was no draught.

"Darling, that blue jar you left me with will not make up for my missing wares.

"So next time I see you, sweet one, I hope you would have rid yourself of all of my silver, because if you haven't, I will stab you with it."

Breadcrumbs

The rift grows wider.

She breathes heavily down my neck, ignoring him completely. He stares at her, wanting. Gasping, grasping across the darkness of the room.

He doesn't. He won't.

If only she knew what he knew what they both did when they did and why.

Never. 

Then she wanted to go back to the stars.

To get away from it all.