Her name on his lips sounds the way moonlight should, whispery soft and silver in the darkness. She revels in his warmth, in the feeling of her body trapped beneath his. She doesn't realize she is crying until he begins to kiss the tears away.
There are images imprinted on the inside of her eyelids that she ignores. Flashes of memory, all the colours faded into blues and greens and greys, like a week-old bruise that has started to disappear but still hurts to the touch.
Everyone lies. Everyone has secrets; she knows. This is something she has witnessed every single day at work. It is one of the unspoken rules of the universe. She is no exception.

That may be her biggest secret of all.