Darkness. Silence. Breath. Lights. Two bodies in a crumpled heap. Rising slowly together, propping each other up. Movement in stillness like ice crystals crawl across panes of glass. Neither utters a sound. Music: Yaz, “Winter Kills.” He takes her hand, examines her wrist, kisses it tenderly, removes a roll of gauze from his pocket. He wraps her arm with the bandage as she struggles. He tenderly takes her other wrist and bandages her arms together. She can’t move, slumps. In silence, he moves to leave. She holds out her bandaged arms. He embraces her and they crumple once again. Breath. Silence. Darkness.
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