There's a dark, harsh stab in the middle of his chest, as if his ribcage were trying to collapse in on itself. His throat tight with words, he searches her face in confusion, lips parted. Something pricked his eyes, but no tears would come.
As he reaches to take and grip her wrist, the words finally escape him:]
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There's a dark, harsh stab in the middle of his chest, as if his ribcage were trying to collapse in on itself. His throat tight with words, he searches her face in confusion, lips parted. Something pricked his eyes, but no tears would come.
As he reaches to take and grip her wrist, the words finally escape him:]
Who are you?