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I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen. I can taste his mouth—hot and sweet with honey from dessert. My stomach trembles, and a warm drop of pleasure spreads beneath my skin.
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I remembered the long days I grieved for him, my hands empty and idle, plucking the air like birds peck at dry earth.
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But the real prize is in my hands: a wreath of dusty-green leaves, freshly clipped, rubbed to a shine by my thumb. My father has given it to me grudgingly. He reassures himself: all I have to do is hold it.
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A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
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This feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head.
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I drank him in, the bright hair, the soft curve of his lips upwards.
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“And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”
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The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me. Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach.
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My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.
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Now, watching him stir beside me, his hand resting on my stomach, damp and curled as a flower at dawn, I was nervous again.
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Usually at night we would tell each other jokes or stories. The ceiling above us was painted with the stars, and if we grew tired of talking, we would point to them. “Orion,” I would say, following his finger. “The Pleiades.”
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He paused now, considering. I loved this about him. No matter how many times I had asked, he answered me as if it were the first time.
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But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepy greeting, and his hand was already reaching for mine.
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When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
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My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow. This and this and this!
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After the tenderness had come more passion; we had been slower then, and lingering, a dreamy night that stretched on and on.
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“I know. They never let you be famous and happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.” “Tell me” I loved it when he was like this. “I’m going to be the first” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.” “I swear it”
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I felt a tug on my foot. It was Achilles, grinning at me from the floor.
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“Ah.” A sly smile spread across his face; he had always loved defiance. “Well, why should I kill him? He’s done nothing to me.”
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“Name one hero who was happy.”
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