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I lean down and press my lips to hers. Then I bite my tongue and give her a little parting gift. Just a few drops to get her through the pain. After that I whisper, “Be a good little baby. I’ve got to run.”
I don’t want to leave. I rather like it down here. Love the smell. Love it so much. And the mist, even though it’s just a regular mist of humidity now that the Darkness has retreated.
But big things are happening topside and I must participate.
So I get to my feet, lift my arms up above my head as I arch my back, stretching. And then I let out a sigh.
“Until next time, my Darkness.”
Then I take my leave.
Unfurling my wings and gliding back up to the outside world.
