All Good Things Come to an End

She crossed the ocean with nothing but her two loyal dogs and a relentless ache for change. What she found was a hilltop villa perched above the quiet valleys of Italy, a refuge far from the noise of the world a place to disappear.

She was the eagle courageous, free, fearless until she met him. A man with the heart of a wolf mysterious, instinctive, impossibly loyal. He found her in her seclusion, coaxed her from the shadows, and led her down from the hills into the beating heart of Rome. From the first glance it felt as if they had always known each other, as if the universe had been conspiring to bring their souls together.

Days bled into nights of dizzying passion and whispered confessions, each moment more dangerous and more necessary than the last. The land animal and the sky animal, drawn by something ancient and undeniable yet even the fiercest instincts cannot bend the will of the universe.

Some connections burn so deep

but end where they begin, in the mystery of what might have been.