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She remembers when it disappeared, when there was just the reflection of the television or wall.
She remembers the distortion from her tears when he said he wanted to see other people. How she couldn’t see or catch his averted gaze.
She remembers The Night, but tries not to. Tries not to remember the lifelight fading as the infected bite took his body.
She fiddles with the brush, then applies more shellac to the orbs. His corpse strains against the ropes.
She remembers. She’ll get it right eventually.