Everyday he undid her buttons and stroked her silken heart, she longed to do the same to him but could only listen to the thrilling beat of his heart echoing through his chest. One evening as they lay tangled together in soft sheets, he woke up to find that he could not rouse her. Carefully he undid her buttons and saw that her heart lay still, small holes piercing the soft material. As he held her cold form and ached for all that they had shared and all that they never would, white moths with velvety wings flew out of the window and into the warm evening air.