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    She learns, over these short years, that it’s more present if she keeps her eyes closed. It feels fuller, more real. Sometimes, if she’s lucky, she can hear a breath or two. Nothing concrete. She can’t tell from just a breath if it’s real. But it’s close enough. It’s raspy enough, gravelly. It’s enough for her. She doesn’t care. During the fall, when she is weak and she is small, Desire wins. It’s a private, personal victory, but Desire wins. She finally, finally, reaches out to touch, her eyes squeezed shut, and meets the solid frame of a body. It makes her heart leap in her throat, and there is a sharp intake of breath that she can hear, she swears she can hear it, of surprise from her ghost.

    She’s going mad. This isn’t real. None of it was. But she still wants it to be, and so it is. She's distantly reminded of Eros and Psyche. Of Orpheus and Eurydice. Of East of the Sun and West of the Moon. But she won't lose him like they did. She won't open her eyes. She won't let him flee from her. She loves him, even after all this time.

    And isn't that sad?

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    05 Feb 2024