Chapter Three.
The
Lying there, still, in his arms, felt distantly familiar. His heartbeat, though, felt somewhat foreign. I held my breath and strained to listen and then it struck me. His heart was no longer synchronized with mine.
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Lying there, still, in his arms, felt distantly familiar. His heartbeat, though, felt somewhat foreign. I held my breath and strained to listen and then it struck me. His heart was no longer synchronized with mine.
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