“You’re still here,” she said, smiling when she saw her. “Why are you still here?”
“It doesn’t feel like we’re finished yet.”
“And when will we be finished?” she asked.
“When you take all the parts of my soul and rend them into tiny pieces.”
Unable to hide the spark in her eyes, her tone was inviting. “And how much longer will that take?”
Quieter than a whisper, she answered. “What time is it.”
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