Healing Heart

Healing Heart

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I was never one to embody the clichés around dating, mostly because before Heart I could never understand them. How someone could read their partner's face like a book, and never get tired of it. How they could forgo the imagination of finding another partner, of another life, of eloping with a beautiful, dark-eyed foreigner on a shimmering vacation. I get it now. She looks stunning, if a little tired. I stare a little too long at her lips, remembering the name of her lip shade: "Too close for comfort." She bought it on a whim during a weekend trip with one of our mutual friends, Sadie. Thought it would pair well with her dress for one of our dance club's ballroom nights. And, as I distinctly remember, it's the only shade that I haven't kissed her in. Before I know what's happening, tears are rushing down her face. "Cameron, you're not allowed to look at me like that." Her voice is deceptively steady, but quiet, despairing. The latter notes I picked up hesitantly, because the onset of her velvet speech has stopped me in my tracks. We're not dating anymore. She picks up where she left off: "I'm here because we never talked about what happened."
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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