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~~~the story~~~
Emily walked in with a heavy sigh.
“Boo!” you said, hopping on the bed.
“Pfooh!” she flailed her arms in surprise. She smiled and backed down when she saw it was you. “Jesus. Come on.” She snuggled up next to you in bed.
You grab her hands to kiss them. Something solid pressed against your lips. The ring. Ben’s ring. You frown, “It’s not real, is it? And he’s not married.”
“No,” she brushes the hair behind your hair, “The ring is a fake.”
“I always knew I’d have to watch this happen. I just didn’t realize it’d be so soon.”
She snorted.
“Don’t laugh. I’m being serious. I hate seeing another man steal your heart. The one that’s supposed to be mine.”
“You’re jealous?”
You kiss her hand that bears no ring, then the top, then her forearm and further up and up... “What is it about him?” you ask in between.
“I guess,” she breathes, “I’m…learning from him.”
You stop, “Like what?”
“Like…Maybe a man and a woman don’t have to get married. Maybe there are other possibilities. Other ways to share life.”
“How so?”
“I don’t exactly know myself.”
You hum distantly, but listen when she speaks.
“I just feel like I can be honest with him. I trust that when I speak a word, he hears it. He gets its meaning.”
“A poet’s love language.”
“Yeah. The only person who’s made me feel that way before…was you,” She begins to plant small kisses in various places on your face until there is no other space but your lips.
A sudden sound startles you both.
“What was that?” you ask, your heart pounding in your ears. “A ghost?”
“Nah, it’s probably just a goblin.” Emily holds you tighter and the two of you cuddle for a moment until the urge to write calls Emily to slip out of bed and sit at her desk.
In common Emily fashion, she prays before she begins, “In the name of the bee, and of the butterfly and of the breeze. Amen.”
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A few long moments pass as you read and write alongside Emily when suddenly, a stranger made of translucent mist appears out of thin air. A sickly soldier dressed in blue uniform, no more than twenty and four years of age.
“You’re in trouble,” he says.
“What are you doing here?” Emily shouts, she must have met him before. “Who are you?”
“I’m Nobody,” he says. And he disappears.
You and Emily spend the rest of the night picking apart each other’s minds to create the most beautiful, most tragic of poems. The man who calls himself Nobody visits you both very often, guiding you to places no physical being can exist in…
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