Soon, everything else would come rushing at him. Like the ground to a falling man, it would come rushing up and hit him all at once – the place, the company, her words; one implication would lead to another and shatter him – but around that intake of breath the world hung silent and bright, so bright, and Akiva only knew this one thing, and held on to it and wanted to live inside of it and stay there forever. Karou was alive.
