"His steady breathing faltered as he fell apart. His pulse rising as his body broke like his heart. His heart stopping as he felt his body depart." ~~~~~ He combed back a lock of cheaply dyed black hair and grinned at me, the guitar resting lazily against his knee. A smile spread gently across my lips, and I playfully punched his arm. "So did you like it?" His voice rose in suppressed apprehension. I didn't bother answering, I think my lips colliding with his was a good enough statement. I felt his body tense slightly, before he relaxed and cupped my face is his soft, slender hands. ~~~~~ "A series of lovers cradling in each other's arms. Little did they know love could be crushed using a palm. They never meant each other any harm."

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