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Tiny hands reached up and pressed against my chest, where my dead heart lay. For the first time in decades, I felt a fluttering there that resembled something like fucking arrhythmia. A strange sensation, considering my heart had always beat steadily, no matter what situation I found myself in.
“You taste like mine.”
That she had me in a chokehold. That I would follow her to the depths of the earth and plunge straight to hell with a smile for her. Only her. That I was hers as well.
