goosebumps erupt on my skin that ignites at the proximity of his warmth. It doesn’t matter that it’s been over two months since I last saw him. One encounter. A few words. His presence. And it’s like we haven’t spent a day apart. My stupid dead heart pulses as if it’s attempting to resurrect itself from the ashes. I’ve dreaded this moment for weeks, the moment where I have to clash with the only man I’ve ever loved. The man I gave my heart to on a silver platter, only for him to crush it in the palm of his hand. But I never thought I’d be shaking with emotions like I am right now.
