Back to the Days When You Still Loved Me

Fiction

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You cast long shadows when you walk, each footstep taking you farther away even as I try to catch your hand in mine. The cobblestones beneath my feet make me stumble, and the way you smile makes me feel breathless. Like I’m flying, like a balloon has caught in my throat, like you’re keeping me on the end of a line and leading me along to anywhere you please. Temptress, another age…