The Ascendant

4:30 p.m., 2005-09-12

then he was gone

My stomach burned but still my mouth continued to form the words he didn't want to hear, sending them in tiny waves to crash into his ears and be processed into sentences he couldn't ignore.

I reached out to him, knowing instinctively that it was the wrong thing to do but unable to stop my hand. I touched his sleeve and there was a tiny pop! and a soft whoosh as the air rushed in to fill the space where he had been.

That was the last time I saw him.

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