With All My Love
Present~Him
I tell myself I don’t care. I’ve been telling myself that for five years. The phrase has become a mantra, a shield, something I repeat until the edges of my own conviction start to fray. If I say it often enough, maybe I'll finally believe it’s true. Maybe I'll feel nothing at all. Maybe the past will finally become a ghost and not a living thing that haunts me every night.
But then she walks in, and the air crackles. The whole room seems to tilt toward her, a silent, invisible force pulling everything in her orbit. My heart, a traitorous muscle, starts to pound a frantic, desperate rhythm against my ribs.
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