What if the lights are out, but both their eyes open, no longer touching, no struggle for sheets. In two more hours, they'll still both be freezing, but pride is the winner. She finds he out-did her, he's no longer breathing. So what if the cops were wrong? Silence is fighting. Ten years are long enough; ten years are plenty. New comfort serves now as a confederate to make her confess. He needs to know. He pries again angry. She cries again, "Maybe its nothing I did." So what if the cops were wrong? Silence is fighting.
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