Raven-black hair whipped around her hungry, teal eyes waiting desperately for the truth, but my lips were unmoving.
Unbidden tears crept down her milky cheeks and I yearned to wipe them away, but my arms hesitated at my sides.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered, my chest burning in wanting as she turned and walked away.
Imagining my emptiness without her, torment tightened around my heart, squeezing it like rusted barbed wire.
“Damnit!” I cursed as I let her go.
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