"There's a reason I don't love you," comes a whisper, a soft expulsion of carbon dioxide. I turn over to look at my partner, the blue sheets making everything calm but oh so suffocating. "And that would be...?" I whisper, just as quietly (quiet there's a monster in the room), she is turned away from me, I can't see her face, her eyes (do I want to?). I can feel her body tense, feel the little whisper, "Nevermind," her voice echoing in the room made of the bones of desire. I turn back over.