soulmates. thud.

It did not hurt as much as she thought it would.
Like the dull, throb of the morning after;
Like the raw larynx of a personal trainer returning from a day of motivational shouting;
Like watching yourself fall, hearing the thud, but realising tears, pity are not warranted.

They knew it would come.
He pretends.
Inevitable, disappointing, ache.

A kiss to the forehead. A smile.
Those eyes.
And it is done.

now I dance.


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