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now i know how to make you follow me everywhere (pt. ii)


her mouth tightens. "have you no more memories?"
i am made of memories.
"speak, then."


i almost refuse, but the ache for him is stronger than my anger. i want to speak of something not dead or divine. i want him to live.

at first it is strange. i am used to keeping him from her, to hoarding him for myself. but the memories well up like springwater, faster than i can hold them back. they do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth. this, i say. this and this. the way his hair looked in summer sun. his face when he ran. his eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. this and this and this. so many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

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