A potential opening to a story about the anguish of losing your soulmate.
The lone candle had all but burned away. Its once tall and elegant pose now draped, soft and warm, across the mantle. The evanescent flame nearing its end, flickering subtly, as if to signal its impending demise.
The room fell into darkness, leaving but a sliver of cold, pale moonlight across the bed.
His torso enveloped hers, his arms encircling her, securely and safely, their fingers intertwined. His knee draped over her hip, providing her with his warmth and protection from the cool…