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His ashes settle among mine and I feel nothing.

But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepy greeting, and his hand was already reaching for mine.

“There is this, too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.” I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.

He reached for my collarbone, the line he liked to draw his finger down.

“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”

My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.

There was a glamour to him, even on waking, with his hair tousled and his face still muddled with sleep.

It was difficult sometimes, after, to return to the cave. “Where were you?” he’d ask. “Just—” I’d say, and point vaguely. He’d nod. But I knew he saw the flush that colored my cheeks.

This was the trinity of my fears—Chiron, Peleus, and Thetis.

Slowly, as if to escape my own notice, my hand would move to rest between my thighs. There was shame in this thing that I did, and a greater shame still in the thoughts that came with it. But it would be worse to think them inside the rose-quartz cave, with him beside me.

My name sounded strange on his lips; I almost did not recognize it.

He paused now, considering. I loved this about him. No matter how many times I had asked, he answered me as if it were the first time.

He was outlined against the painted stars; Polaris sat on his shoulder.

“There is this, too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you of this.” I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said.

“Patroclus.” Pa-tro-clus.

There was a wildness in me, of hope and terror.