Noon had come and gone and Merritt and Emma had some time to spare. They used that time to be together.
Suddenly, they felt something unlike anything ever before. Merritt likened it to a wave of pure peace and a feeling of utter connection to Emma. It was as if they had melted, two fluids becoming one, joined and inseparable.
“What is happening?” Emma whispered.
Merritt could not answer. He could not even breathe. Time… seemed to stutter… to stagger forward, then backward, the forward once more.
It was as if a portion of his soul poured from himself and into Emma and hers returning to him in like measure. Never had he felt so purely connected to anyone before.
He lost track of time, his breathing finally resuming. Emma moved as close to him as possible and for a long time they clung to each other. It was as if they sought to merge physically in a way similar to whatever had happened to their spirits, minds, and thoughts.
With the passing of time, the feeling ceased to be surprising, though if it diminished Merritt could not say. The sense of oneness seemed to find a place within Merritt’s very being. It settled there no less powerful than when it first arose, but quiet instead.
Neither Emma nor Merritt spoke. There were no words strong enough to make meaning of whatever had just happened to them.
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