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[Image ID: Zeke, covered in blood and looking rough, kisses a crying Tina on the forehead. They stand in front of the exit of the house of mirrors. A digital illustration in cartoon style.]
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Then they were at the door and he pulled it open, gently pushing her towards it. “Go.”
“Come with me,” she pleaded, trying to grab on to him.
But he just shook his head, a melancholy smile lifting one side of his lips. “I can’t. There ain’t nowhere for me to go. But you.” His hand lifted to cup her cheek as he stared down at her with so much longing that it made her heart throb. “You have so much to do. You gotta go. Okay?” He leaned down to press his lips to her forehead and her eyes fluttered closed.
Home. It felt like home.