Flashes

All the places she’s searched for him, she’s been alone. All the windows she’s climbed in, no analogue to greet her. All the phone numbers she’s called, there’s been no answer. Billions of other people walking the street and she cannot find herself to warn her, to tell her.

Don’t let him.

Don’t let him take off the gloves.

Don’t let him close his eyes.

You’ll never see them again.

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