The bed's a cushioned oblong, its wrinkled sheets caught mid-ripple. She glances at the spot where his shoes should have been. The white curtains they had argued over fall open on a word that withers in her throat— goodbye. The breeze puffs throug… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Absence By perfectsublimemasters on July 12, 2024 The bed's a cushioned oblong, its wrinkled sheets caught mid-ripple. She glances at the spot where his shoes should have been. The white curtains they had argued over fall open on a word that withers in her throat— goodbye. The breeze puffs through the window like breath, and she must keep on breathing, it's her […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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