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it was completely dark. i flexed my fingers an inch from my nose but couldn't see anything, just black, black black black and for a second it was like i'd gone completely blind. i slid down the door and just continued flexing that hand, over and over, and i only realized how long i'd been doing that when sunrays started peeping through my shutters.
so the continents became shapes, distinguishable, clean cut, and they began to float together, and he said this was good. the two that lived apart waited for the time that their shapes would meet, two triangles, so that they could finally and permanently complete each other.
it was the first place that he actually talked. there'd been that thing, when he was younger, and I remember thinking that he'd lost his voice for good, for real. but when he'd pulled me aside into the corridor that day, it was like nothing else existed; when he spoke, three words, it was like that voice was only meant for me.
it was the firs thing he'd ever gotten. it was strange. he'd never really thought of how it would feel to live like this, be like this, but here he was and there she was, and she was smiling and pointing very fondly at the the thing before him.
"you can sleep here", she said.
there was something there that didn't make him less thirsty, but he realized he could die and be alright. he never wanted to die alone, before. the desert was very lonely. but as he was now faced with the opportunity, he was, suddenly, not so scared anymore. and he didn't think he ever would be again.
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