ECHOED HEARTBEAT
‘I would come here every day thinking of you, being here was my way of spending time with you’ he traveled back reminiscing the moments.
‘you never knew me back then’ I looked at him, brooding my eyebrows together. ‘yea, but we knew you existed, we could feel your heartbeat, even then and now, we like hearing yours, it calms us down’ his fingers tightened. I guess we were truly connected, was that why I could hear his?
‘but at some point, we stopped hearing yours, around 10 years back, we thought we had lost you’ his fingers graced my cheek, to check if I was real. ‘feeling your heat now, it all feels like a dream’.
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