I heard his heart crack. It was a sound no ear could locate, and yet it clinked like a shattered wine glass in mine. I instinctively moved a pace closer. To what? I did this. I had told him I did not love him. 710Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxLMg2zNhmH
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I had let him go because I could not see a future over the cliff top we stood on. It was not a death blow, it was tear filled mercy. But as I walked away from that swing-set where our childhoods collided, I felt my insides concave until it was as though my bones had been carved out by a horde of bees.
Because I did love him. I loved how he smiled, how he viewed the world in a kaleidoscope of colour. I knew I would not turn around. Even as my heart screamed, my mind smothered it with chloroform.
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