When she was six, she borrowed my eraser.
At fifteen, she returned my love letter. "Your studies come first."
At twenty-six, she bent down to pick up a blueprint in my studio.
I stared at the back of her neck for three seconds.
That was the closest I had been to her in twenty-two years.
She didn't know that room was filled with portraits of her.
She didn't know I'd kept that sticky note all this time.
When she crouched on the floor and cried, I stood behind her.
My fingers curled up. I didn't dare touch her.
"What are you so afraid of?"
I looked into her tear-reddened eyes.
"That if I touch you, I won't be able to stop."
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