They came to a settle on the sidewalk there in front of the house. Freshmen, maybe sophomores. He held her hand walking home from school and now, having reached her block, they look around bashfully to figure their discretion in saying goodbye. I keep still and watch from the couch, wanting them to express things I will not. He was readily handsome, trim, and rightly confident; she was cute, unworried. They extend their hands, press palms, spread arms out to the sides, keeping the most gentle resistance; she gives. They hug, then their lids drip downward, their vision extinguished for better understanding the other's breath, their kiss flavor, better learning how the tip of her nose finds his cheek and the urging of his hand on the small of her back. Fade in. They negotiate a goodbye, just for now, and let go, parting dandelion snow in the breeze. Their love was the vampire's, relived through the ages, unburdened by its persistent reflection in these two mirrors, only reckoning its passing on waking with a heart chiseled in half.
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