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His dazzling, green eyes danced and sang as they held strong with my own. His presence was shockingly loud and screaming, it made me want to hold him all over again. I knew though that he was his own now, that no-one was to feel his soul and raw spirit again. He had become a distant and vague memory of paradise, someone who lived forever but was never noticed. Of course, immortality has no existence on this dry planet, but even then, it was something about him that his spirit, his legacy, would survive throughout all turmoil. He was torturing me, completely unaware of it, completely unaware that he was breaking my heart all over again. It hurt, to stand near his hand, and not hold it. It hurt to stand near his chest and not feel protected by it. It hurt to stand near those full, gorgeous lips and not greet them with a kiss. It hurt to stand near him, giving off a vivacious aroma of love, life and passion, while all he omitted was a negative thought of wariness.
Approximate Word count = 653
Approximate Pages = 2.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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