tinder hearts

{ one }

❝ why won’t they leave me alone? don’t they realize i have a tinder heart and a paper body and that any spark will turn me straight to ash? ❞ - the realm of possibility, david levithan

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her shaking hands run along the spines of the worn-out books, her eyes glazed with the hint of a distant memory.

she remembers when their hands held these books, when he purposefully would graze his hand against hers when he turned the page, knowing that only a moment later, an evident rosy red blush would be spread across her cheeks. 

only now, she shakes her head, a sad kind of swaying, as if trying to rid the memory from herself.

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his chocolate eyes stray towards the space she once occupied, a space now vacant. he still feels her presence; when he's cooking breakfast (for one, now), (forlornly) playing the piano, attempting to paint something other than her jade eyes.

his heart clenches, but not the way it did when she looked at him with such love in her eyes. it clenches because it's already broken, and as the hours go by that he still thinks of her, 

the already shattered pieces are broken into many more.

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a/n: dedicated to mellisonant because all four of her stories are quite amazing.