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We are in bed when it happens. It is cold out and we are pressed against each other under the covers, skin damp with sweat and limbs intertwined. Her lips brush against my skin, the sensation I remember when the knock comes, and with it, the letter.
I read it once and grow numb in the chill air. She takes it gently from my grasp and reads it herself. She doesn’t hesitate, only kisses my brow and orders hot mulled wine. I take comfort in this, in her, even as I can’t muster tears, only a grim acceptance of inevitability.
I read it once and grow numb in the chill air. She takes it gently from my grasp and reads it herself. She doesn’t hesitate, only kisses my brow and orders hot mulled wine. I take comfort in this, in her, even as I can’t muster tears, only a grim acceptance of inevitability.