Words were placed on a silver platter…a heart on the line. They float with the wind into the organs made to listen. Instantly are rushed to the brain where they are shuffled and reorganized into feelings. Shit…feelings again. Eyes snap shut to avoid being scrutinized by the heart before her. Fingers tangle together as the blood begins to rush, heart beating rapidly and her body trembling. She wanted to hear it and yet she new she couldn’t ascertain calamity in her brain. Something landed on her hand, warm. Looking down, a hand from the heart before her…she gasped.
‘Are you okay?’
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