Although she tried, the water slipped down her palms and she could never wake him up from his sub-conscious state. Inside, deep down, in the core of his sub-conscious, she lived. She tried. The water kept slipping. Everytime.
She would never leave him alone.
“I’m back”, he said. And yet, none answered.
The darkness knocked on her cheekbones. But the door was locked. She slept stagnant on her mute heart. She recognized none anymore.
He pressed his ears on her heart for the last time and whispered, “I’m back”.
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