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It was the weight that truly caught her off guard, Jo thought. It was a tiny thing, a sliver of silver and sparkle, fragile and beautiful, but it pulled at her neck as she wore it, bumping against her chest in a constant tattoo. Like a lost heartbeat, thud-thudding endlessly, uselessly against her solitary heart. The weight of it, feeling it in her palm, suddenly seemed much heavier as she lobbed it at Zane, feeling it drag her world into his in one messy crash of thud-thudding heartbeats and lonely, longing looks and tiny, heavy, beautiful, hateful, tragic engagement rings.
4.08 - The Ex-Files