BOTH OF THEM WORN THIN AND BRUISED BLACK, HUNCHED OVER SYSTEMS THEY DO NOT EVEN PRETEND TO COMPREHEND. DISMANTLING THEM ONE CLUMSY KEYSTROKE AT A TIME. BOTH CLINGING TO THE BRINK OF EXHAUSTION. SLEEP JUST AN UNHAPPY MEMORY. THEY HAVE BLED AND LOST AND CRIED AND SCREAMED. SO MUCH OF WHAT THEY WERE STRIPPED BACK TO GLEAMING BONE. BUT THEN HE GLANCES UP AND FINDS HER STARING AT HIM, HER TIRED BLUE EYES, RINGED IN SHADOWS, ON HIS. AND HE WINKS. AND THAT FADED BLUE CATCHES FIRE AS HER SMILE BLOOMS BRIGHT. AND BLOOD AND LOSS AND TEARS AND SCREAMS DO NOT MATTER ANYMORE, BECAUSE AT LEAST THEY ARE
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