I can't help but feel... that I have been missing you... somehow.
DEATH:
Not many would.
YOU:
But I do.
DEATH:
...
YOU:
I do.
DEATH nods slowly, more a sway of their head than a conscious tilting of it.
YOU:
I feel like maybe I have been missing you my whole life. Is there a word for that? The spot where the wind blows through your heart—like a wall that was never quite built closed and the cold snakes in because something wasn't there to hold it. Do you feel like that sometimes? Do you feel at all?
