I’ve been through a traumatic event. Yet again.
When she stared at me. With recognition. Where the chemical signals refuse to comply. There’s only nonsense. I’m hallucinating.
I burst into tears. Feeling the skeleton arms around my neck. I chocked on the past. Wondering if it was her at all. Wondering if it wasn’t her fault at all.
How did it happen. Why did it hit me so hard, when I’d found myself cold-hearted before. Perhaps, a spark jumped on my skin. Evoked the yearning in one’s heart.
Standing next to her half of my life. It soaked me to the bone. Having it in me, I never escaped. No matter how far I’d run away.
Soaked in her blood. Always with her. I’ll always be her.
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