But it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. To remember when no one else does.
"I remember." whispers the darkness, almost kindly, as if he's not the one who cursed her.
And then he pulls her to him. A lover's embrace. He is smoke and skin, air and bone, and when his mouth presses against hers, the first thing she tastes is the turning of the seasons, the moment when dusk gives way to night.
"Don't you remember," she told him then, "when you were nothing but shadow and smoke?"
"Darling," he'd said in his soft, rich way, "I was the night itself."
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