𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚,
𝑆𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑡.
𝑁𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑖𝑡,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.
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Story by Athena Arcane
Broken Hearts
He placed a golden locket with one half of a broken heart on my palm
"A broken heart?" I asked him...
