She drew back the curtains with all the care that wasn’t in the world. She had to keep trying. To restart his breathing.
The air was so thick with the calligraphy they had forced out of him. She uncurled it and admired it. All things considered, it was still exquisite.
He sensed she had had a new idea. And when he saw her silhouette, he sat bolt up right, smiling.
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