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vi. ▬▬ an unusual sight

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006 ▬▬ AN UNUSUAL SIGHT
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in another life / i would make you
stay / so i don't have to say / you
were the one that got away

─ KATY PERRY, ❛ the one that got
away ❜

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(rewritten jul. 17, 2024)

The world around her is a pure white nothingness. The kind of white too bright to even exist, the kind of white too spotless for the human eye to comprehend. Yet here she is, in this blank canvas universe dressed in her tribute uniform. Puffer jacket. Gloves. Snow boots. Thermal blanket.

She reaches into her left chest pocket, and feels a piece of parchment. She is proud to say that she thoroughly memorized the sloppy handwriting and crooked lines, and left the paper in her pocket.

"Nerissa?"

She scans the area until her eyes fall on a figure so familiar she almost sheds a tear. Davy Kumar. His black curls fall delicately over his unscathed face. Nerissa wastes no time to run towards him. Her arms wrap around his neck, and her face is buried into his chest. She pulls away and does not seem to know whether or not to focus on his dark eyes, or bow-shaped lips.

"But, but you're-- I--"

"What's wrong?" He chuckles, his fingers delicately dancing around her waist, as if hesitant, until they finally settle around it. "I'm what?"

"Gone," she responds. Davy laughs louder, it's a sound she doesn't mind listening to on a broken record. How thankful she is to see him again.

"Why?" He mumbles. "Did you miss me?"

Nerissa nods carefully. He cups her face with one hand, and the two come to acknowledge the tension they created. "May I?" She asks with a voice barely above a whisper while leaning in.

"Of course," says Davy as he dips his head slowly. Their foreheads touch and noses brush, and Nerissa giggles as she feels his hot breath against her skin before they close the gap between them in a soft, yet longing, kiss. "I was so alone and cold when you left me..."

His lips are warm... Too warm. Nerissa freezes into place as she feels a thick liquid oozing onto her bottom lip. It runs down her chin and neck, and seeps between her teeth. She brings her hand up and brushes the tip of her fingers against her skin.

Blood.

Her screams bounce around the canvas as she pushes him away, sputtering out the metallic taste that dripped into her tongue. She notices two pale figures behind him with holes puncturing their bodies, Between them, they hold the hands of a little girl with her lips sewn shut. The abyss darkens as familiar cries for help fill her ears.