(...No, in fact, he is a man.)
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"N-no, wait --"
"I can't wait. It's now or never. I would stick around, and all, but..." He paused for a moment to curl his features into a maddened grin, "...But I'm late, right?"
His hand slipped out of Gretch's. Her heart lurched. As he pulled away, the warmth disappeared; a chilled breeze seemed to seperate the two bodies by passing between them. For a hideous moment, his smile shrank away - leaving only his ghostly, beautiful intelligence on his complexion - before all of him faded into invisibility, an icy lack of presence.
Gretch began to shake. She wrapped her arms around herself and rocked, but no motion would warm her of this terrible, frozen emptiness. She looked over her shoulder, but the taxi man had driven away without her notice. She gazed down the deserted streets, and at the lamps standing erectly at post, never wavering. They gave off suffient light, but no heat.
The curb on which she stood was stony, and pointedly thrust between two seperate paths. Nothing stirred. Tears began to fill her eyes, but this time she didn't struggle. They burned momentarily before freezing onto her cheeks.
That man, she thought bitterly. He might as well have ripped my still-beating heart out from under my ribs and ran away with it.
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