[Does she feel it, beneath the shuddering sound of fireworks wrenching the sky apart, when the universe quakes on it's axis and the sun itself (herself) leaves the sky? Perhaps, even as she's burying herself under pillows and blocking out the sound (stone burners, seared flesh, Paul sainted and godlike in a new and terrible way) and hoping for morning.
But he reaches for her, bereft and hollowed out amd pleading, and Alia is on her feet, tear tracks dried salty on her face, reaching back ad she slips through the darkened house. She could lie, could say it's Jessica within her, it's the mother stirred from sleep by her child's cry, but that isn't quite true. There is no piece of Alia who would not fly to Paul's side, if he called her.]
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But he reaches for her, bereft and hollowed out amd pleading, and Alia is on her feet, tear tracks dried salty on her face, reaching back ad she slips through the darkened house. She could lie, could say it's Jessica within her, it's the mother stirred from sleep by her child's cry, but that isn't quite true. There is no piece of Alia who would not fly to Paul's side, if he called her.]
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