Each part not enough to matter if left alone...but when two became three...then four...it started a small shape, something forming.
Her presence and then her absence, an uneven pendulum...a back and forth that was clumsy...she was there and then she simply wasn't...the space she occupied gone, maybe a slight lingering in the air but other than that she was departed.
With just another tiny piece.
And another day or week would pass...a month.
Sometimes her voice would try to steal a part but it wasn't as effective...he could feel the tug, a slight pull like that of a child's hand, and he could contain it...keep it.
But in person she always won...she could yank and snatch and he couldn't hold on...he also wasn't sure how hard he tried...
this acquisition of hers...
her slowly accumulating the pieces of him...
until she had fully acquired and possessed.
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