The months passed. Ares tried to describe to Grace, as they were walked together downtown, the lump that settled into his chest. Where to begin? It was a feeling more sublime than words. “What is it like?” Grace asked. “It’s like a moment of déjà vu in a place you’ve never been before. Or like when a radio stops working, and you smack it a few times and it’s brand new.” “You’re not making sense.” Grace frowned. “Exactly,” Ares nodded. “But it works,” he stuck out his tongue, “like FM.” “FM?” Grace raised an eyebrow. “Fucking Magic.” Her body leaned against his as she giggled. They laughed together – the vagueness of it all. But it wasn’t magic. No, it was real. “Show me,” Grace said. They stopped walking. Ares took both her hands; he pulled her close, and kissed her with the words he didn't know how to say. And when their lips parted, Grace whispered, “I love you too.”

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