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Her Eyes
Her eyes. I will remember her eyes.
Other people wouldn't find them spectacular. They are plain blue. But gazing into them, lying on our bed, they are all I see.
Our bed. I never thought I would own something with someone else. Our country, our town, but never our bed. Something so personal, shared with another human being.
"What are you thinking?" she asks, her constant inquiry. She blinks. Those eyes, shut for just a second. Soon for forever. They will reopen, but it will be different. It will not be her. It will not be me.
"About your eyes."
"Mmmm," she says, and hugs me, envelops me. I smile, and I know she is too. Smiling, choking back tears. She shudders, crying, shaking both of us. I stroke her hair, the most I can do. Up and down, up and down. She usually tells me to stop, but now, it's comforting. It's known, shared between us.
The room is still, hushed. Only her sobs break the silence. I wrap my arms around her tighter, close my eyes. How much longer?
She lifts her head up, looks at me. Her eyes are wide, tear-stained.
"How much longer? I can't look," she asks, looking away. Her eyes, her thoughts reflect mine.
"Five minutes," I say, not knowing what I am saying, just feeling my lips form the words.
How did we get here? We met almost a year ago, on our birthdays. Shared from the beginning. A lifetime past. New to our bodies, we explored them together. Somehow we learned to care for each other more than anything else. More than we cared for ourselves. Like Aram and Nova knew each other. As close to Agape as I can imagine.
Now we leave, once again on our birthdays.
I sigh and she leans her head on my shoulder. I start running my fingers through her hair again, for my sake. Our breathing is in time. Up and down, up and down. She moves her head to my chest. She listens to my heartbeat.
How much longer?
She reaches her hands for mine, and we entwine our fingers. I unclasp our hands, and tilt her chin up. We kiss, lightly, holding it.
How much longer do we have together?
"What are you thinking?" I ask, whispering, our foreheads touching.
"Of you," she says.
I close my eyes. She is gone. We are gone.
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