He took the breath from me. My body arched, simultaneously pulling back and pressing to him. Closer and further away. It was nothing. Skin against skin, a brief slide of lips on lips and the inevitable sound of my heart breaking in my chest.
He left with one of the pieces, gripping it hard enough to cut blood from his palm. Dripping a path of pain and sadness as he went.
“You will not forget me now.” He cursed me.
He was right.
I cried even as I cradled the piece of his heart he had inadvertently left behind. Accidently exchanged for mine.
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