“You’re leaving tomorrow,” he whispered in her ear, as they waltzed across the cavernous dance floor. His breath was warm, and sweet. She craned her neck away.
“I have to go back to work,” she said, not unkindly. It was an old argument.
“But, for six months. I miss you.”
“You could come with me,” she offered, not for the first time.
“I have my job, too. Can you imagine if I abandoned it?”
“Then we have tonight,” she said.
“We always have tonight,” he agreed.
And Hades and Persephone waltzed through their palace once again for one last time.
Hugh J. O'Donnell 
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