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The sun breaks through the clouds, a promise that will one day be broken, and shines into the cabin via the deck, illuminating this reluctant summit.
To Eric’s horror, the question feels like an intrusion from a different mind or a terrifying answer to an unspoken prayer. What if the shimmer’s light came from the colder spaces of the infinite sky?
“I think you’re wrong.” “I wish I was. I wish more than anything.” “Why would God make you do this?” Leonard sighs and shifts around under his blanket. “I’m not sure. I’m not. That’s the truth, Wen. It’s something I’ve thought a lot about, but I can’t do anything to change it, if that makes sense.” Wen blinks, and sudden and surprising tears fall from her eyes. She says, “It doesn’t make sense.” “I don’t think it’s supposed to. We’re not supposed to make sense of it. We’re just supposed to do.” “Your god is a killer then.”
She makes a deal with this killer-god of Leonard’s, a god she doesn’t believe is real but is very much frightened of. She has this image of his god as all the black empty space between stars when you look up at the night sky, and this god of collected blankness is big enough to swallow the moon, the earth, the sun, the Milky Way, and big enough it couldn’t possibly care about anyone or anything. Still, she asks this god if she and her parents can please leave the cabin, can they please go home and be safe, and if it lets them, she promises she won’t ever complain about sleeping in the dark
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His hands have always been bloody and are finally being honest about it.
The dusty old wagon wheel hangs above. Leonard’s eyes water and the wheel is blurry and it sways slightly, acknowledging the struggle below it, but the wheel is not turning and it will never turn again.
He places the knife in the trunk next to the gun safe, leaving an offering for a bloodthirsty, violent god, were there any other kind.
We breathe each other’s breaths, blink each other’s blinks. We squeeze our hands together. The rain traces the lines of our expressions, those characters of the most complex language.
