A young couple dances in a ballroom at a party, enjoying the evening when the girl has a flashback, seeing her date gravely wounded, and being startled, flees the ballroom.
The boy catches up to her while she is in a panic and ripping his shirt open, takes her hand and presses it to his bare chest, caressing her fingers and coaxing her gently to look at him to see he is there and alright.
"My love, Feel. my heart still beats, my skin is warm, there are no holes, i do not bleed, I am not wounded, I am here, and I'm alright."
She Pulls close to him and hears his heartbeat, touching his chest to feel it isn't wet with blood or cold from death. His breath rustles through the curls on her forhead as he wraps his free arm around her and sways gently, giving a threatening look to a guest about to intrude.
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RandomA bundle of blurbs. (from my pinterest comments) Vote for which to expand into full stories! Each of these bits and bobs, odds, and ends was inspired by a pin of a prompt, poem, or picture, so without the pin might make no sense 🥲 But I'm working...
