I rest my hip on the side of the doorframe and look up at him with seething eyes. He scrubs a trembling hand down his face, before pushing past me and into my apartment. I watch as he takes in the setup, the candles and the cushions and the wine. And then, with no warning, he picks up one of the glasses and hurls it at the wall. The resulting smash is ear-splitting. But I don’t flinch. I’m used to it anyway. The sound of a breaking heart is remarkably similar and I’ve heard it enough that I’m desensitized. I’m frozen in place by the door as Auden claws at his hair and roars as he falls to his
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