Dancing with my ex

Dancing with my ex

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His eyes were always so warm and inviting, almost hypnotising. The Brown surrounding his pupils always called to me, begging me to talk to his soul. I had to fight the temptation though, he was my ex for a reason. Sometimes it's hard to be strong though and when the fruit is forbidden, the temptation is unbearable.
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"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."

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