I see him standing there staring at my face, the tears staining my cheeks as they mix with the red of my blush. I see him... with awe in his eyes. A light bulb clicks ‘on’ in my head: I love this man and really don’t care how much it’s gonna hurt. I see him looking at me, standing there with my heart in his hand... and I don’t care that he might crush it swiftly between his fingers.
In my head I see through his eyes: he sees my heart in his large palm, pumping the very blood now rushing to my face in overbearing amounts. He stares at the heart as it pumps, pumps, pumps my love for him. He stares at his hand and unknowingly turns his hand over so slowly. It’s like time hates us so much she just stopped moving with us.
Nooooo! No! No! My head aches, my stomach lurches. My heart stops pumping, pumping, pumping as it no longer beats in his hand. He sees the shock my eyes now own and turns away from my dead limp body, my heart lying in a pool of my own blood beside me.
This is going to hurt in the morning!
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