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He waited.

The dress was white when she put it on. That was the joke. White for beginning, white for ending, same color, different direction. The tear at her hip is not from falling. It is from pulling, from trying to walk away and finding the fabric caught on something that does not let go.

His hand on her back is not support. It is measurement, checking if she is still the same weight as the night he first lifted her. She is lighter. Everyone is lighter after they realize they are not leaving. The red in his eye socket is not decoration. It is memory, the only color he retained from when he had veins.

Her hand on his skull is not affection. It is anchor, holding him in place because bone does not have its own gravity. Without her touch he would drift, not upward, not downward, outward, into the black where the red dots wait. The dots are not stars. They are applause, from an audience that has been watching this dance longer than both of them have been alive.

The music stopped. They did not.