Just enough for her to feel the pressure, but feel nothing at all.
She knew he tasted different.
He smelled different.
His smile cracked the wrong way and his arms felt hollow.
She could feel the miles between their hearts,
Prisoners of their chests.
She was going to say it this time.
She was going to ask him who She was.
She wanted so badly to clear the fog from his once pure blue eyes,
but as the question crawled up her throat - from the bottom of her heart -
the world began to tremble where she stood.
And she knew he couldn't catch her if she fell.
Just as he pulled his lips from hers, she decided not to.
She convinced herself not to.
And the distance only became space between them
as he pulled his hand from hers
and walked toward the life she knew nothing about.
As her earth quaked, her heart would slowly break.
She knew.
He had no idea.
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