The world did not stop, but I did.
The designs blurred in my eyes as the papers faded. The voices around me became distant like echoes of underwaters. All I could hear and feel was the echo of that night; the call that he didn't answer and his voice that never reached me.
I remember the way my hands shook as the way fear succumbed me, and the way I whispered his name into the phone as I hoped he would answer. The way I waited. And waited... and waited.
He’s coming back.
And I don’t know if I’m ready to see him... not as the woman who waited... but as the Luna who survived.
I returned to the White House just before sunset. I've seen the sky was shades with orange and violet. It was the kind of colors that make you feel like something’s ending—or maybe beginning again.
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