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When they watched horror movies, it was the sight of the monster, the Other, that terrified Tristán and the idea of becoming the hero that seduced him. Montserrat saw herself in the faces of monsters and did not wince.
“Don’t look now,” she said, like she did when they went to the movies and she warned Tristán about certain scenes. Don’t look now, like when they had been small and Tristán grabbed her hand, except it was not the movies and she could not look away after all.
Even if the darkness never ended and swallowed him whole, he’d still run to her.
