More words stuck in my throat, the ache in my chest a visceral thing, the pulse in my ears pounding so violently that it was all I could do to keep my eyes on her as this divide formed between us, a chasm so deep neither of us could cross it. But still her hand was on my skin, the heat of her touch driving into me, making me regret every word I never spoke to her, making me want to take every moment back and replay them again because I hadn’t realised we’d been stealing them all along.
