A wet stranger’s face

She touched his wet face with her fingers. The tears gathered under her index fingertip and were drawn up to her veins… which made her blood less red, like the color of the blood dropped on water dissipating into pink bloom.

He looked up and saw her pale face. He asked.
‘What are you?’

“A star.”
She answered.

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