Desolate
"They hang on a thread, woven of heart’s sound. The darkened places of her heart danced with wild abandon, unfurling a scarlet ribbon of desire. She wanted him to say, 'I want you. To be inside you is everything.' Alas, a moment of clarity intrudes, a bitter reminder of her discontent. For a little while, he made her feel as though she actually meant something. Wrapped in gossamer threads, she will carry your memories. She will carry you as certain dark things are carried, in secret between the shadow and the soul. A time and place for everything, a call unanswered. She could've never imagined letting him go would be this hard..."
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