Seven Heartbeats to Forever
A smile oozing with derision and venom.
As I picked up the papers, all covered in Christopher's shoe marks, my mechanical heart was trembling faster than ever. It should not be trembling like this.
My pupils were starting to dilate, and the couple that was leaving me behind became nothing but blurry circles.
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A long, long time later, I wiped the blood off the corner of my mouth. As I stared at the papers that read 'artificial heart transplant,' my fingers brushed across the scar on my chest. The one that'd been there for seven years.