chucked

He came to me with something in his palms. A heart—mine. I did not even know it was missing.

Cupped and caressed in his warm hands, it looked so alive. How had it lived before him? Its thump was the loudest it had ever been.

In a blink of an eye he turned around and disappeared, the heart a lump left on the sidewalk, and I could have sworn that it stopped beating.

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