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Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.
‘A hand without living flesh, its fingers pointing to the sky. Red silk surrounds its wrist like a manacle,’ she said. ‘The hand snatches crushed petals from the ground. Two fingers break away, but it keeps snatching.’
‘If I fear anything, it is not that I want you,’ he said quietly. ‘Only that I might want you too much. And for too long.’
‘I couldn’t imagine ever missing you, but as soon as I left you, I did. Leaving you behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.’
