The shrinking wasn’t the worst part; it was the feeling of drowning. He’d come into this world screaming, kicking, blind. Now, the world was his lungs closing, as if they’d never existed at all.
She was so beautiful, skin like baked pottery yet untouched by ungloved hands, and scalding. Their conversation had left him speechless, though it was she who’d not spoken a word, writing on a lighthouse notepad.
At her place, they kissed in the light of twenty fish tanks, enchanting blue. She nuzzled against his ear, “my perfect golden boy.” And he left this world gasping, flopping… blind.
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Mackenzie Davis
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