Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.
A small fact: You are going to die....does this worry you?
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
I walked home, seeing all my doubt from the other side. Have you ever seen that? Like when you go on holiday. On the way back, everything is the same but it looks a little different than it did on the way. It's because you're seeing it backwards.