I walk into the bedroom where you are once again laying, so devoid of the love and life I am used to seeing in you. I pull you into my arms and prop you up “My love, you should eat something today… you… you aren’t looking well,” I whisper, a tear rolling down my cheek. And somehow I feel the warmth of your love in my chest as I hold you close, though I’ve long since stolen that warmth from inside you, still I feel it in my chest. I kiss your hair and hold you close
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