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“Homes tend to hurt you the most.”
It truly is a curse to feel so deeply,
I had never known happiness before her. But if there is to be an after in which she doesn’t exist, I know I never will again.
“You’re here.” Her voice is muffled. “Only because you are.”
“I was with you.” She smiles softly. “How could that have been a waste of time?”
“It wasn’t much of a childhood, really.” I say this with a shrug, as if it had little impact on who I turned into.
If darkness is the absence of light, then that is what I am when she is not around. And I wonder how I’ve stumbled this long without her to guide me.
“I always wondered how something could shine so bright, even while being swallowed in darkness.” My eyes run over the shadowed outline of her face. “I’ve been trying to figure that out myself.”
“Cut hair? No.” His voice is flat. “But I have plenty of experience in cutting things.”
“This is not a goodbye… only a good way to say bye until I see you next.”
Her sewing fingers. They have broken her sewing fingers.
It’s a good thing I cut her bangs. The crooked strands kiss her forehead, allowing those hazel eyes clear view of the stars. The stars she now counts for the last time. I weep, unashamed, for her.
In a way, she’s always been the sun. Always the brightness that existed despite the presence of such darkness.
