"I am," the words were exhaled from his mouth, like a sigh: silent, barely heard, a whisper over the flame of the candle that flickered around us. it was sad how he spoke, a dismal cadence to his tone that spiralled down in a lull of someone who is past their bedtime, who has found out the fairy tales we tell ourselves are false. "I am," he started ( Read more... )

eyes of an angel, lay me down.

"I read Naoko's letter again and again, and each time I read it I would be filled with the same unbearable sadness I used to feel whenever Naoko stared into my eyes. I had no way to deal with it, no place I could take it to or hide it away. Like the wind passing over my body, it had neither shape nor weight, nor could I wrap myself in it."

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