Tutor My Heart
my words fall, but he doesn't respond.
He peels his sight up, stretching his hands up to meet mine. Like an innocent fool, he doesn't flinch in his actions, but pushes on, like some stranger who meets someone new.
“Thane Ajoku” he calls his name, while handing me his hands.
Thane wears a calm dominar on his face, while I breathe flames. I know he certainly stands enjoying every bit of this. A shut show of a broken heart, that wouldn't forget its past and let go. The crushing feeling of having to meet those eyes, that stared deeply, betraying your trust, with no care in the world.
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