The whole time there’d been something buzzin’ under my skin. This awareness of Mei that transmuted the physical space between us. There was a Chinese concept of the red thread of fate, a string that connected souls that was unbreakable, one that could stretch through time and distance without falterin’. It was hard not to apply the theory to my relationship with Mei when I’d felt linked to her inextricably, undefinably for years, even after an eight-year separation. I’d never healed around the wound of her absence, I realized now that she was back in my life and lodged under my ribs like a
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