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We’ll do all the things we used to do, with people missing.
She curls closer, and I think: Even if we were never to kiss again, even if it were never more than this, it would be enough just to hold you.
It’s no different, her version and theirs. But when she says it, it’s with the hush of awe rather than the choke of horror. For her, it was the beginning, not the end.
If my parents taught me to have courage, Duck taught me to see. To see beauty and to love it, to let myself smile. And in this small way, I will never lose him.