"When he wasn't sleeping, I sometimes caught him staring off, as if in communication with a secret. Watching him, he grew more foreign every day, and not just foreign to me, but a foreigner in this place and time. The way his eyes sank into his head, bereft of fire and passion. The way his body shrank and wilted. The way he seemed to be listening to a voice only he could hear."
— Mar 22, 2014 03:36AM
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