“I got it the day after I was drafted.” Her eyes shot up, now shining with tears which made the green even brighter, because the alternate way to say that was the day after I broke both our hearts. The day after I left my heart with her. And that’s exactly what it was. On my left pectoral, above the heart beating for her right now… Thud. Thud. Thud. An intricate drawing of a brilliant star sliced in two, one half lying on the ground, and inside the other half was a beating heart. Hers. Mine. Our tiny initials intertwined in the middle. The exact replica of initials we’d carved into the palm
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