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You had your body and I had mine, and it was a miracle. Your hands against my face were a miracle. The rest of your meat attached to your hands was a prayer answered and a promise broken, but we were flush and gasping and alive, and Harrow—I really thought you might’ve kissed me then.

But I felt it happen. The way your breath suddenly stilled, and your body locked up beneath mine, remembering. How with splintering gentleness, you pushed me away.

“I’m so sorry,” was the second thing you said upon waking.

The first thing had been my name.

Stranded in a safehouse on an Edenite moon, Gideon and Harrow try to put themselves back together.