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“She has beautiful eyes,” he says softly, like he’s lost to memory. “They’re brown and green and amber, like every color of every season. I’ve looked everywhere for eyes like hers, and nothing has ever been able to compare.”
“Because it meant I gave up on you.”
“If you asked me for my life, I’m pretty sure I’d hand it over on a golden platter.”
Beautiful and deadly, I mourn him already, and he’s right in front of me.
My chest feels as if it’s caving in as my heart finishes cleaving in two. I leave him and don’t look back.
