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A day, and then another

[…]

John finished reading and put down the book on his lap. He could see a blue glow out from the window, though he’d shut it closed a long time ago.

He went over to the window and opened it again. There was some moonlight outside, a dim blue glow.

“It’s a beautiful night,” he said to the window.

There was no response. He opened the other window, but didn’t say anything.

“Hello? It’s a beautiful night.”

But it was just as lifeless.

[…]

“Are you sure that was wise?” asked the small, quiet voice in his head.

“I wasn’t sure what else to do, either,” said John. The small voice made a tiny shrug.

John turned away from the window. He’d been staring at the wall. His fingers had been tapping the wall in a steady rhythm.

“That’s a pretty poor answer, if I’m honest,” said the small voice.

John turned back to the room. The other thing he could see outside was a dim blue glow.

“I did try to kill her,” he said.

“Yes, I did notice that,” said the small voice.

“So what if I did? Did you ever stop to think what you’d do if you were on the inside, if you were her? If you’d known what was going to happen?”

“I’m pretty sure we do know,” said the small voice. “We can talk about that sometime.”

John’s fingers tapped the wall again.

“Let’s go,” he said.

[…]

“Don’t you want to talk about it?” asked the small voice.

John looked at the blue glow in the window. It was brighter now, though still dimmer than the morning.

“I can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” said the small voice.

“I’m not in the mood for talking. I want her back, and I’ll talk to you about it when we’re all together.”

“Fair enough,” said the small voice.

John had his hands on the window, now.

A blue light filled the room. The blue light got closer.

“Hey!” said John.

The light came up to the windowsill and looked into John’s face. He was no longer a shadow. He was, at least to some extent, John’s face.

He had no mouth or eyes, of course. The walls behind him were white and blank and featureless. He was not real, but in some way it was like he was.

“We are not going to talk about her, ever,” said the small voice.

“What are you talking about now?” asked John.

“You won’t need to know. We won’t need to talk about her. Ever. You will be a memory in time, which you do not remember, and I will be the time in which this memory did exist, and so the world will exist, but not in time.

"The time in which she exists will not, in fact, exist.

"But don’t you think that’s a beautiful thought, when I think about it?

"Yes. It is. Yes, it’s a beautiful thought. I think that’s all there is to be said for the moment. It’s late, I think. It’s a good night to think about such things. We can think about them sometime.

"If we think about them together, it might help. Don’t you want to talk about them? There’s nothing to talk about, except what I think, and it’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” said John. There was no light in the room now, and John’s head was cold and empty. He wanted to hug his own chest, and he couldn’t remember if he’d done that yet. He wanted to hug his own neck. He wanted to do it again.

“It’s a beautiful night to hug your own chest,” said the small voice.

It was true. It was.

“We’re going to hug our chests together,” he said.

The blue light was behind him now.

The lights were very bright, in the next room. He did not know how long this would be.

“Good night, John,” said the small voice, softly. “It’s a wonderful night.”

“It’s a wonderful night,” said John.

Part Four: The Next Day

When John got back to the next room, he opened the window again. He’d taken a couple of moments to think about it before getting back here. It was still very early, though it was getting dark outside. The window was mostly dark, apart from the dim blue glow that came in from somewhere on the other side. The floor had the same pattern of dim blue lights that the bedroom floor had.

The window was still closed, but John took a few moments to consider it. He’d taken plenty of time during the day to consider things, but not much during the night, with everyone in the next room.

There was something new here. There had been a blue light in the window the night before. But there was a blue glow outside, too, that John had only been dimly aware of.

Was there something else outside the window? Something that had taken the shape of a human body?

Why should there have been? Why should he take the shape of a human? The small voice wouldn’t speak to him, and the walls were as blank as everything else. He was a shadow, and the world was no more real than shadows.

In a way, he was a shadow. So why not be a human shadow? It was a good idea to have a body, after all.

“Come on,” he said to himself.

Part Five: The End

[…]

John went to the door.

“I can’t see anyone,” he said.

He opened the door wide.

“Come on,” he said.

“I can’t see anyone,” he said.

“What do you mean, ‘I can’t see anyone?’ If you want to talk about someone, you’re welcome to talk to me. But if you want to talk about something else, you can talk to her.”

“I saw her,” he said.

He opened the door, walked through the hallway, and stood in the doorway of the next room.

“What?” he said.

“She was there.”

“In what? The hallway?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“I just told you what I saw!”

“You said you could see her. But you didn’t see her. How do you feel?”

“I’m confused. I feel very confused.”

“Well, you can feel confused, but you shouldn’t feel confused if there’s not confusion going on.”

“I suppose not.”

“Go in, then. I’ll wait for you here.”

John went into the