Trapped in silence, Marco traces apologies and adorations across Celia's body with his tongue. Mutely expressing all the things he cannot speak aloud. He finds other ways to tell her, his fingers leaving faint trails of ink in their wake. He savors every sound he elicits from her. The entire room trembles as they come together. And though there are a great many fragile objects contained within it, nothing breaks.
Erin MorgensternSting told me if I love somebody I should set them free. I doubt Sting ever loved anyone with wings. If he did he might rethink such a stupid sentiment. I suppose the point is to wait for your love to come back to you voluntarily. I wonder if thereโs a difference between setting something free and letting it go? I probably did it wrong. I should stop taking advice from my radio. I worry that youโre lost. I keep a heart-shaped cage unlocked for you, out on the street where it can easily be seen. So if one day you return at least youโll have a place to stay.
Erin MorgensternHow are you managing to keep everyone from aging?โ Celia asks after a while. โVery carefully,โ Marco answers.
Erin MorgensternHe remembers when he was very small his mother once said she wished happiness and adventure for him. If this does not count as adventure, he is not sure what does.
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