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C4 antho - Chamber Four

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The Affliction ~139~<br />

They began to talk. Ricardo noticed the way in which Javier<br />

Castillo’s eyes were dark, a dark brown flecked with gray.<br />

That Javier Castillo had spoken to him in Spanish didn’t<br />

bother Ricardo. Many people spoke to him in Spanish, could<br />

tell from his face and dark skin that he was of Mexican descent.<br />

They exchanged small talk, nothing remotely exciting.<br />

And despite this, Ricardo had felt his heart panic in his chest.<br />

Ricardo left the airport with him. He never went back. He<br />

never went home. He never called his wife and family. He<br />

couldn’t think of what to say or how to explain Javier Castillo<br />

to them. He left the airport with him and drove for hours. In<br />

a corner of his mind, he believed he was being abducted, but<br />

he had not been abducted. He had asked Javier Castillo if he<br />

could come with him. And in the sun visor mirror, Ricardo<br />

noticed his own eyes were a different color green. His eyes<br />

were more of a dark forest green, darker than the usual pale<br />

green he had seen in the mirror all of his life.<br />

Once, after almost three years of living with Javier<br />

Castillo, Ricardo felt the sudden urge to press his hand<br />

through him just before he completely faded away. He<br />

wanted to see if he would also start disappearing. The affliction.<br />

What must it have felt like? Could Javier Castillo actually<br />

feel himself dissolving? The hands, finger by finger? But<br />

Ricardo knew that when Javier Castillo disappeared, he did<br />

so evenly. It was not as if the chest dissolved leaving the<br />

heart exposed and beating. He just slowly faded into a shimmer,<br />

and then a shadow, and then air. It was gradual. There<br />

would be a man, and then a man seen through but still there,<br />

and then the dingy, yellowed wallpaper clinging to the wall<br />

behind where Javier Castillo had been standing. Dingy and<br />

dirty: the wall would suddenly be more sharply in focus, its<br />

browning yellow like the nicotine-and-tar-stained filter after<br />

smoking a cigarette. And though Ricardo had no explanation,<br />

he knew the disappearing happened faster at times,

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