This is an INTERLUDE. Primarily to demonstrate that hope has no place in their relationship. Also, the weird style is um...I guess I saw it as a video in my mind, all stop-starty and such. And maybe a conversation. Yes, perhaps. Will be a bit more normal next chap.
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vii. hope
(interlude)
We'll go together.
I would miss you.
together. together
miss you…would….I…miss…you.
A butterfly with blue wings like a girl's eyes like a boy's eyes like the sea and the sky and- oh. No, maybe something else, then. Red sunset like a girl's hair and a boy's clothes and the roof of a house and
-his hair. A boy's hair? A man's hair?
Go. Go together. Just the two of us. I'm leaving-no one will miss me. We'll go together. Just the two of us. No one will miss-us, together, just the two of miss you would the two of us go…
Gold-golden. Yellow? Bright. Like someone's (him) eyes and a boy's hair and a girl's hair and the sun. Not here, no. Elsewhere. With the butterfly and a girl and a boy and sea and sky-oh.
We'll go together. I'll miss you.
Black. Blackblackblack like the rain.
Yes, like hope.
We'll go together.
together together just the two of us alone
I'll miss you.
miss you…I….would…miss…me?
Black rain on a blue butterfly and a red sunset on gold-golden boy's hair girl's hair and grey grey grey.
miss you. miss you. miss…you….mi-
together.
black-like hope
no.