“I’m tired,” sighed Marika. Shifting her weight uncomfortably against his tilted ribs, draping her arm across his still chest, his arms by his side. A thumb’s worth of light filtered in through the window. The curtain exhaled with the push of the outside gales, each sharp, focused breath offering a momentary blindness. Marika had been sleeping here the last three nights and still hadn’t mentioned the light, hadn’t brought herself to reposition herself, to close her eyes for longer than a few seconds. Her arms felt limp and lifeless against his torso. His hands never met hers when her skinny, peach-painted fingernails lingered near his open palm, softly scratching at his lifelines. “Maybe I’ll go home tomorrow,” she whispered tentatively.
[1nce.]
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You wrote the first one?
Not the song obviously, the text.
I did.
Impressive.