The clock struck midnight and she was gone.
There was no spark of light, no crackle in the air, not a single silver shoe left behind.
She had simply vanished- vanished, not dead- when just the second before, she had lived. Her arms had hung limply at her side, breath held in, eyes fixed firmly on the clock as it ticked, closer, closer.
And I was there, in the very place that she’d relinquished, breathing in the air that had whooshed out of her lungs, feeling the phantom touch of her, tingling.
Sparks of guilt and anger flaring up, uncalled for and unwelcome.
I felt like a snake slipped out of its skin; pristine in a way that is distinctly unpleasant, the knowledge of my own transience clouding the loss of my former skin.
You are reborn, renewed, they would say. Replaced is more…
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