" We reached the hallway, each flashing a goodbye wave. As we headed in opposite directions, a sweet ache tugged at my heart like a stitch being pulled tight. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Con turned down an adjacent hallway, feeling as I imagined the sun and moon must, morning after morning, night after night, meeting only briefly before watching one another disappear over the horizon. "
― Anise Eden , Dead Sound (Things Unseen, #1)