had she really thought i would not know him? i recognize him by touch alone, by smell, i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
‘patroclus’ he cupped my cheek with his hand. ‘do you hear me? please, say something’
— Aug 06, 2026 06:58AM
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