One day he would rebuild her, all of her–she whom he lost in order to find himself, but first he needed to remember her face in perfect detail. The tightly pinched lips that once told him: no! don’t! STOP! The wide, terrified eyes that refused to look at him because they saw him, always saw him, for exactly what he was. The dainty nose she turned upward whenever she encountered him in the hallways.
He would remake her… yes… and when he did she would always meet his eyes, look upon him with gentle reverence. She would soften her mouth and, reaching for him, say: yes! please! YES!