The “us” were four:
– upstairs, bedroom cold, breath visible. They didn’t kiss. They talked. Theo confessed his fear of being forgotten. Ivy admitted she’d written twenty poems about his silence. She kissed his forehead. “Don’t be a ghost anymore.” ll_fourplay
They moved to the floor, cards scattered for a confessional game Ivy invented: Draw. Read. Do or deny. The “us” were four: – upstairs, bedroom cold,