But it would have to end. Adrien knew, and Val knew, too. It had always come with an end. Even the day they first met, Adrien knew their paths were bound to meet, entwine, then separate. Their first day together would not come again, and their last day together was bound to arrive. Then, all that would be left of this time would be a fond memory, a remnant, always hurtling away from what would become his present, its light disappearing into the distance, becoming more unreachable with each day that would come, tainting the future with its completeness.