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imagine your f/o —
your f/o break first. tears spills from their eyes, their face crinkle up in pure agony. you’re slipping from their hands, from their grasp. like a broken record your previous words play back again and again; “i’m done! i’m done! really what do you want from me?!”
their heart’s crumbling.
even when it’s standing right in front of them.
you’re suspended in shock, mind blank. the point that you needed to get across dies in your throat right alongside the fire festering in your chest —— instead it’s replaced with a unfamiliar numbness. they’re crying. they’re bawling their eyes out right now, gripping onto your forearms as if you’re going to float away right then and there..
through a broken voice and desperation heavy in their eyes, your f/o says: “i don’t want anything from you.. just… everything with you.”
quote source: the gravity inside us by chole frayne.
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