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"Tell me," she has whispered into flushed skin. "That love is not the product of the human mind."
A kiss pressed into soft lips,"tell me that even though the moon and the stars know nothing of love, it's not the product of synapses firing."
A finger brushed against cheekbone. "Tell me that love is not formulated."
A hand cradling a waist. "Tell me it's not the product of neurochemicals mixing."
A cheek pressing into another's. "Tell me how else I could feel such longing when I'm away from you."
A smile ghosts her ear. "Tell me how I can feel such hope when I see you."
Warm breath encompasses her ear as he replies,"if you tell me the chemicals for hope, I'll tell you your sweet nothings."
And god help her, she didn't know what hope was made of.
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Short StoryA collection of short stories, ranging in lengths between 100 words and 1000 words, although mine are usually 200 words long. Various genres from different prompts included. (False Advertising on the cover, I know.) Mature themes and language It's b...
