two days ago, we were in a car. you took my face in your hands and pressed your mouth against mine. i dug my fingers into your skin, tasted salt, wanted to cry.
"are you sure about this?" i asked
we took ourselves to the back. limbs became tangle. clothes inconvenience. skin, friction.
"i love you," you gasped.
bodies became rhythm. thighs tremble.
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two hours ago, i was ready for you to come back
i rehearsed my lines. went over how good it would feel to have my hands in your hair again
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two minutes ago, two people took me by the shoulders and pushed me back into my seat
"you're going to be okay," one said
why didn't you tell me there was someone else
"just calm down," the other said
i thought you loved me?
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and here we are. two seconds ago, you slid into your seat with a smile and asked, "how are you feeling?"
and i looked at you, heart dying
