It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
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I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids.
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In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.
How many people ask you to come share their life?
I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.
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