•TWENTY FIVE•
She repeated his name over and over again.
Hoping he would turn back, just to grab her and swing her in the air again.
She now understand the phrase 'ripped out of your chest'.
It felt like she was getting stabbed repeatedly, her heart bled and her soul ached for antidote.
What if the antidote is the man who made this pain happen in the first place?
She screamed his name, sobbing out to him.
He looked one last time before turning his back in her forever.
There goes the antidote,
and there goes the sound of her heart shattering.
