Fourteenth
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I can hear the fluttering rhythm of my fluffy wings, the sweeping cold breeze, and the matching beats of their hearts.
Then, I heard yours.
Fingers clenched around the wood of my bow, I reach for an arrow inside a sheath slung behind my back.
I carefully aim at the center of your chest, half hoping it wouldn't miss.
Then, I heard a snap.
Like the girls' heart you've met, my arrow broke into thousand pieces.
I never knew.
Your heart is an ice.
Hard,
Cold.
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Okay. I know this is too short but I think it has meaning, right? Hahaha. Thanks for reading! Don't forget to vote and comment xx
-junellogist x
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