He stood on the porch, so silent and still he might have been a figment of her dream life. The midnight shadows almost swallowed him whole, except for his eyes. His eyes glistened, catching some sliver of moonlight or starlight or maybe a private fire that burned unseen inside him. She didn’t speak. Her heart was beating so fast she wasn’t sure she could. “I tried not to come,” he said. His voice was dull, like a man in a trance. “I know,” she said. She stepped back and made an opening wide enough for him to enter. Even then, as his foot touched the threshold, he seemed to hesitate—the way a character in a fairy tale paused at the boundary to the enchanted kingdom, knowing that once he entered there was no going back. She shut the door behind him. He stood a foot or two inside the room, his arms hanging at his side, his expression a study in emptiness. He looked at every piece of furniture, as if he didn’t recognize what any of it was for.
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