Are you ready? He asked.

She looked up at him. Her eyes pools of still water.

I think so. He could feel her trembling. He brushed her hair from her face.

Stop. She said, closing her eyes. I want to remember this moment. She tipped her head back. The white rose of her skin shone pale beneath the lights.

He couldn't imagine forgetting anything about this day. This moment. This life. It would be like forgetting his soul.