Toiling across different time zones, separated by the seas and divided by their distance, they stared at the skies. While the sun shone bright at one end, the moon reflected it’s light at the other. The possibility of a simultaneous twilight across the distant horizon only existed in their thoughts.
Their hearts’ consecutively reminded of the existence of each other. The culmination of the hardly one second beat, led to the next stroke of pumping blood into the other. They worked complementary to one another. As a thought had begun to frame in her mind, it had culminated in his taking a perfect shape. How similar! They were alarmed.
Startled by their affection, the Moirai checked into their parchments to ensure their story was going as they had written. Lachesis was taken aback, Atropos stared as how the events turned against his judgment as Clotho became a mute spectator.
Contemplating on which factor could over power themselves, they saw Cupid release his arrow. Long enough to cover the divulging distance the arrow pierced the heart of these mortals, strong enough for both of them to hang on till eternity.