This is when the world ends. As though jealousy could not touch me. Yet in a chaos feathered by pride and rage, the rope that bound us frayed and snapped.
Come again, visit me in a time and place when I was whole. For I lost her, lost her in a crowd of festival lights. The games had consumed us. And we had almost made it; you and me.
Then the thunder clapped, split the sky in two. Our broken sky, weighing down on my shoulders as a haunting periphery of who we once were.
I felt your hand in the crowd for the last time. Fingertip to fingertip.
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