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Once, the darkness teased the girl as they strolled along the Seine, told her that she has a "type", insinuating that most of the men she chose- and even a few of the women- locked an awful lot like him.
The same dark hair, the same sharp eyes, the same etched features.
But that wasn't fair.
After all, the darkness only looked the way he did because of her.

A park in London. A patio studio in Prague. A tea room in Edinburgh.
The past drawn like a silk sheet over the present.

What is a person, if not the marks they leave behind?

But the girl doesn't slow, doesn't look back; she doesn't want to see the life that stands there, waiting. Static as a drawing. Solid as a tomb.
Instead, she runs.