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Magician
He's the one they call a shaman, but you're some kind of magician. You have to be. You raised him from the dead.
After they said he was gone and after they told you to let him go, you touched him.
Not right away. It was later, when he was breathing. When his eyes were open. He was holding a conversation, but the hell with that. You see jaguars everywhere, you hear them growling, and none of that makes them real. When they leap at you, they move right through you. Nothing's real until you touch it.
You put a hand on his hair, which was soft, and his face, which was cold, and you brought him back to life. You put your arms around him to make sure it would take. And you didn't mention it, but you would have turned over every heartbeat you had left to keep his heart going. That's what you brought instead of flowers.
Now, every time the light catches his eyes, you see a spark of what you pressed into his skin and wonder if this is the kind of awe people feel when their children are born.