Short Story (Love)

21 Jul

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Short Story (Love)

 

            The only truly beautiful landscape he’d ever seen on this earth was her face as she slept, wrapped up in dreams of mirror neurons and other empathetic things. She loved him for the grotesqueries of his past, and how despite them he had too many eyelashes to look dangerous.

            “You know, it’s what they say – the only second chance we get is to make the same mistake twice – so, think you want to make another mistake with me?” He smiled and brushed the backs of his three middle digits across her left cheek.

            She took his hand, which trembled slightly now, and kissed the scar on it she didn’t remember, as though trying to discover what brought him here, for her.

 

(always for you)

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