His three wives are huddled together on the bare mattress, one of them dying; when we're together, we form an alliance he can't touch. He's scared to even try.
Lauren DeStefanoIn another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.
Lauren DeStefanoFate,' I said, 'Is a theif.
Lauren DeStefanoGabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.
Lauren DeStefanoShe's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.
Lauren DeStefanoI wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.
Lauren DeStefanoTag: death birth dying remembering
I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum."
"What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes.
"Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
Y está tan cerca de mí, que siento su aliento cálido y dulce, y lo único que sé es que cuando aspira el aire, quiero que me absorba a mí también con él.
Lauren DeStefanoDon't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.
Lauren DeStefanoTag: wither
I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.
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