The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain stops. You count the drops. One. Two. Three. The silence after is heavy. It sits on your chest. You are twelve. You are small. You are wet. You stand by the window. You look out. The yard is gray. The sky is gray. Your brother, Elias, is gone. He did not say goodbye. He just left. You watched his car turn the corner. You watched the red taillights fade. You did not cry. You are too...

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