She offers and it's kind. So kind. I'm grateful that she cares, that someone cares for me.
And it's more than that. The kindness sparks its own energy. It grows. There's an excitement to it, building the way a tsunami builds. It washes onto shore and runs across the beach, wetting my feet and then my clothes.
It grows until it casts a shadow over everything but itself. She offers and I'm no longer here, no longer anywhere. Nothing exists but this offer. It's kind, so kind, even as it swallows the world.
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