Scrawl

She called his name carefully.

His eyelids flickered, but he gave no other sign of having heard her. She wanted very badly to embrace him, but she thought he was a hairsbreadth from shattering like a smashed vase, and she wasn’t sure she could catch all the shards.

She called his name again. Stronger this time. More commanding.

“Come back.”

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Published on February 25, 2025 18:03
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