when you met me

death

 

Death

His legs swung back and forth, hitting the cool bars under the bridge. Just like she used to do. The moments they’d spent at their spot on the bridge were infinite. So many that sometimes Dud couldn’t get them out of his head. He stared out to the hazy and glowing skyline of the city.

Suddenly, he imagined Mara. Her long, perfectly curled hair remained just as how it used to be. Dud smiled and she smiled back, the glow of the evening sun outlining her hair. “If you could fly,” She asked, “Where would you go?”

Dud didn’t have to think about it. After all, they’d already had this conversation. “Around the world.” He kept smiling, and Mara nodded along, thinking of her own answer.

“I would go home.” She said proudly.

“Home?” Dud raised an eyebrow.

“Dud, I’d fly us both to a place where we can be us. And it would be home.”

Dud laughed softly and watched Mara fade away with glazed eyes. He sat in total silence for a minute, before saying, “That was a really clever answer,” He took in a fresh breath, “I forgot to tell you that.”

Dud slid his glasses back up his on his face.

He was him.

For both of them.