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When he noticed my eyes on him, he lifted the blade up to his face. And with a smile that did not feel like a smile, he began to lick it clean of my blood. It was . . . Well. It just was.
Today, nearly thirty-six years after that night in Germany, his arms wrap tight around me, his body is a heavy blanket above mine, and his only purpose seems to be shielding me from the sunlight. Today, Lazlo Enyedi saved my life.
qué.
I want things that do not belong to me all the time. Chief of which: companionship.
“I told you, Ethel. I know how I feel about you. And I know how you feel, too.”
Tell me what you’re hiding from me, let’s get this over with, and then let’s do it a million more times.”
my poor heart.
Until Lazlo says, “Aethelthryth.”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, IN HIS VOICE-
“Aethelthryth,” he says, calm.
“I didn’t suddenly find you anything. I always knew you were . . . cute.”
“I missed you. Watching you. Observing you. I just . . . liked you. It was a new feeling for me, wanting to know someone. Wanting to be known by them as I truly am. So I tried to do that.”
