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That was when Atta saw it. The blossom sprouting from his lungs. Not a phantom or a trick of the lamplight. Not even a seedling-looking thing one could pass off as an abnormal growth of some sort. No, it was a macabre bloom of foreign flora that had taken root in the man’s lung, and flowered.
Professor Sonder Murdoch was the cliff-jump that terrified, the majestic wolf that captivated, the risk you knew might kill you, yet you couldn’t pass it up.
“Sometimes fear cleanses the soul, Atta. It reminds us to look at the important things we took for granted while at peace.”
“How I thought I was destined to be alone, but it turns out I was starving all these years, waiting for you?”
Loved each other countless times in countless other lives, other realities.
