I held still, hands
shaking and eyes full.
"Do you not have
anything to say?" His voice was a bit more than a course whisper.
"I have everything
to say," I replied. If this was a movie the music would be swelling and
he’d be striding across the room in four easy steps. He’d be brushing my hair
from my face and pulling me into a kiss. We’d mold in like a fireball. "I
just don’t think you’re listening." he said, and then he was walking away
and the fire was spreading and it wasn’t me anymore.
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