( She releases, he shrivels further, an initial step back, and another for balance — until courtesy and composure both paralyse him to embrace a form of greeting. Arms bound behind his back, head flirting with minute, aborted inclinations.
He nods, for gratitude is both word and bond and indication of sentiment, a foundation. The girl is of this world and its verbosity, each word cheapened by the inflation of multitudes spewed every heartbeat. She does not understand — only one need to, between them. )
You regained yourself. ( And Wei Ying's voice, brittle wind, Would you love her less if...? Better, to see her bones sharp and her cheeks gaunt and her eyes dulled of their glint, but remembering themselves in shape. Joy withholds herself, but will return. Children have a gift of emotional elasticity that protects them from tragedy. )
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He nods, for gratitude is both word and bond and indication of sentiment, a foundation. The girl is of this world and its verbosity, each word cheapened by the inflation of multitudes spewed every heartbeat. She does not understand — only one need to, between them. )
You regained yourself. ( And Wei Ying's voice, brittle wind, Would you love her less if...? Better, to see her bones sharp and her cheeks gaunt and her eyes dulled of their glint, but remembering themselves in shape. Joy withholds herself, but will return. Children have a gift of emotional elasticity that protects them from tragedy. )
No debt breathes between us. Your health?