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As our ragged breaths steady and our heartbeats settle, I pull up from her embrace to smooth back her hair and find her eyes. A lump forms in my throat when I note the vulnerability swimming in her depths of bright green. This is new for me, but it’s new for her, too. We are both two broken souls, fractured in opposite ways. She loved and lost… And I was lost before I could ever love at all.
The Wrong Heart
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