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Here's yet another A/O drabble. Post-Loss but pre-Ghost. Enjoy!
I'm always cold.
When I was with Olivia, we would lie together on hot summer nights and I would be curled up under three blankets, shivering, while she was sweating up a storm beside me. And still, she refused to turn on the air conditioning, no matter how much she was sweating. She would hold me tightly in her arms and take my icy hands in her warm ones, trying in vain to warm them up. That was just the way she was.
I feel the same way now, except that it's not my body that's cold. It's my heart.
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