Sleepless: Chapter Thirteen

The Emissary of a Lonely God [Sleeps Eternally]

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It took several moments before Margo could think of anything to say.

Her view of the half-stranger half-friend refused to clarify itself. When the girl’s arms moved, there was a barely noticeable delay — as though she was seeing this stranger, but also her friend superimposed upon the same space.

“…you’re her,” she mumbled, awestricken. “You’re my butterfly.”

“Your butterfly? Oh.” The girl half-chuckled half-spluttered, “Well, I— I’m not always a butterfly.” She gestured vaguely to her body. “Case in point.” Her head shook, putting her hands up to her mouth and bouncing on her toes. “You — you have no idea how long I’ve waited to see you again! I wrote a list of everything I’ve been waiting to tell you on my arm, but I think coming here smudged it or something.”

She was right, partially. The body of the patient had nothing written on her arm. However, the corresponding arm of her friend was covered in ink too densely packed to read, especially from here.

“Still you — you’re the butterfly, aren’t you?” Margo reached up, pulling her blindfold all the way off. “Who are you? What’s your name? W-Why do I keep seeing you?”