Angel Comments

Congratulations—you've mastered the art of pretending to be human. You do it so well, so effortlessly, that even the neighbors are fooled. They see you reading the Sunday paper, sipping your coffee, nodding along to small talk. But I know better. I know you.

That's why I don't bring up the weather anymore. I don't talk about the rain. I don't ask questions I know you won't answer. Instead, after you fall asleep, I press my lips to your closed eyelids, your cheeks, memorizing the way your breath slows in the quiet. I know we're not the same.
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