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Her face when she turned away from me is seared into my mind. All I could see, from when I wake up in the morning to when I fall asleep is her heartbreak.
First rage, the spark in her eyes as the words tumbled past my lips, pushing through her ears towards her heart. Then fear. Her fears that have been shoved down into her tiny mason jar all appeared on her face at once, filling her glorious emerald eyes with liquid turning cloudy from her makeup. I reach for her had but she tears away, swiping it instead across her eyes, dragging the cloudy drops into a black scythe. It cut across her amazing cheekbones and the glitter of that blade was the last I saw of her as she ran to disappear with the crowd.
In that singular moment, the world pushed in on me. Others rushing by brushed against me but no movement came from me. Whistles echoed loudly in my ears, telling me to get walking, get running, do anything but just stand there like a dumbfounded idiot who lose the love that she wanted, who lost her life.
Slowly the tunnels cleared out and lights clicked off as the rush disappeared, lives moving at double speed while mine slowly clicked to a shuddering halt. One single breath slipped over my tongue and a deep, shaking sign shook my rail-thin body. My pulse thudded through my body accompanied by a pounding headache. Black and red spots took over my vision as time sped forward to catch up to where it was supposed to be. Slowly, slowly I tipped into my bed, my head cracking against the cement and I swear to God, I heard angels sing my name.