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You walk alone in the city with your hand clutching on to your heart. Scarlet liquid much the same color of your hair drips from the choking organ, past your fingers, onto the cold, cold pavement below. The gaping hole in your chest burns, burns like sand in the sun in distant summer, burns like your skin touched by his fingertips.
Tears streak down your hollowed eyes and you're unaware. Your feet carry you to a place that you remember, but can't name. The wind tickles your open wound.
There is no one in the street to save you from the darkness that loves your despair. Here, the boy that used to press his fingers to your creamy skin is an obscured omnipresence that is kept from wrapping around you a blanket of all his deepest passion. You can't hear him calling for you across the millions of light-years that braces itself between you.
Your toes are engulfed in the warmth of the ocean waters and you urge your lank form forward. His calls become louder by the moment. You can almost understand his words. The pounding of your heart reverberates against your moist skin. Your soul that is caged looks up at the pulsing of it.
Bending, you place your heart in the water, wisps of that scarlet liquid leap off of the object that pumps life futilely. Your soul begins to scream, but you simply smile. Hollowed eyes watch the heart carry on into the darkness.
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On the shore, vibrant cerulean eyes make out scarlet against the water.