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life and it had nearly killed She wasn't about to let go
me, not once but four times. of the question, and I wasn't
I had become so logical and about to let her push me
so coldly inhuman that when into a logical, focused, rea-
my emotions finally erupted, I soned, answer. "C'mon, Fal-
had no mechanism with which con, someone as bright as
to come to terms with them. you surely must be able to
No mechanism other than log- answer a simple question."
ic and reason. So, I tried to She paused, perhaps waiting
reason my way through it all. for me to respond, perhaps
Except emotions cannot be hoping that her not-so-subtle
reasoned with and the more cut would have forced me
I tried, the more deeply my to respond. "When do you
pain and grief consumed me. know a photo is good?" she
Until anorexia took hold of repeated.
me. As I pulled away from I had been asked that ques-
the conversation for a mo- tion before - I had always
ment that lasted more than been able to deflect it,
she knew, I remembered the sometimes less tactfully than
peace of those times past at others. I had always been
before the certainty of death able to redirect the ques-
by anorexia tightly took hold tion and so disarm its pain.
of my heart. But she was persistent, and
Silently. Still. nothing I did pushed her
I slipped away, into the mo- away from her desire to have
ment. Into the shadows, into her question answered.
the rising of the chilling of "Falcon?" she said. "Are you
the coffee.... Into the forgot- here? Falcon? Hey!"
ten silence of the shadows "The truth is," I began slowly,
chasing the afternoon light lowering my voice in an at-
away from my eyes.. tempt to deflect her intensi-
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