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It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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When the darkness gets easier, you know you're sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
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Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
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I love you, you said, simple as anything.
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I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus.
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This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.
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I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
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Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.
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You're right, he's a killer, you said. A rooster with some serious issues.
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There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.
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