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How do you fall in love with someone who’s not there?
It’s so many things, it’s so many ways.
It’s the way she catches her fingers through the timbre of his voice, like the stars made sure to weave her fingers together in such a manner that they would graze the the sonorous bottom. The richness of his whisper like red wine, her dizzy fingers.
It’s the way his father looks at his son, in the eyes and with a silent but not invisible regard, that keeps her light enough for her heart to break. The way he says his name, hush against the crevices of his lips.
Taki,
It’s the way he empties himself like a mental form of hara-kiri, only to piece back together his disembowlment as soon as the sunrise. The sun pours across the horizon like blood, growing with the same rhythm as his knives. His knives, his fingers, measurements of empty.
It’s the way he loves, with his heart in little pieces like pins and badges all over his body, that seduces her and quiets her mouth. It’s in where her name spills across his lips in three angel beats, freeing his fingers and their joints, leaving them to search as they please.
Mitsuha,

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