Numbers never mattered, but they were always counted
He revealed, she withdrew
She remembered every single time
A number
He loved hard and all that lie in between were space
Fillers
A role which he needed to play in order to feel he’d left a mark in the world
Made them feel, special?
Confused.
He controlled every move
A metaphorical puppetmaster but no strings
Just words
He found her language and used it
Touch
She would fight, he would touch
She would withdraw, he would…
Touch
She would find a wall
Touch. Her wall crumbled
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