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Breathe. Even when she gasped and coughed, fighting to go back under, he never let go. “There’s life up here,” he explained gently, pulling the ropes of wet hair from around her neck. He wiped her lips as she vomited up seven years of black foam. She owes him everything.
They lie on the couch and compare the size of their feet. “Yours are smaller,” she murmurs before she closes her eyes against his neck and sleeps. Even when they dream, their bodies find a common shape. No one would have ever guessed the sheer perfection of such a mismatch.
They lie on the couch and compare the size of their feet. “Yours are smaller,” she murmurs before she closes her eyes against his neck and sleeps. Even when they dream, their bodies find a common shape. No one would have ever guessed the sheer perfection of such a mismatch.