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Your skin might have felt the warmth of his. The soft brush of his fingers. The hard pull of his gathered fist.
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You might have the guests in the next room.
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You might have slipped into that wordless space where nothing exists but a line of linked explosions within your body where the room does not exist, where he does not exist, where the world around you does not exist. Where only your detonations exist.
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These things that might have been were not. That possibility can never be reclaimed.
Is your life better because they never occurred? And is mine?