his long fingers stretched across my fingers curled<\/p>\n
around the sword handle like cracks<\/p>\n
in a car windshield. \u00a0the slow motion<\/p>\n
sets in. \u00a0I look up at him, the tiny<\/p>\n
crescent moon on his chin, an old scar<\/p>\n
that grew with him. \u00a0he peers down at me<\/p>\n
and I can feel the warmth of his chest<\/p>\n
behind my shoulder. I am glowing. \u00a0he laughs and<\/p>\n
draws closer, almost an embrace. \u00a0his fingers<\/p>\n
are warm and smooth on mine.<\/p>\n
he straightens my back with one<\/p>\n
hand, the other still tight on my<\/p>\n
closed fist.<\/p>\n
good\u00a0<\/i>he whispers, and then the<\/p>\n
warmth is gone and the world<\/p>\n
is in motion once more, his absence<\/p>\n
cold against my back.<\/p>\n
a tree whips across my vision. my seatbelt<\/p>\n
snaps into my ribs, steals my breath. \u00a0he is running<\/p>\n
alongside me. \u00a0steady\u00a0<\/i>he tells me.<\/p>\n
don’t let the speed distract you. \u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
my mother is screaming and all<\/p>\n
I can see is the face he makes<\/p>\n
when his shoulder hurts the<\/p>\n
curl of his fingers over my<\/p>\n
fingers the snap in his strike fire<\/p>\n
in his eyes the car<\/p>\n
is off of the road.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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