Beats unspoken
March 16, 2011Tell me something, she said. Will you miss me when I’m gone?
He didn’t want to say yes, not aloud, not quite yet. He wanted to see if she noticed the way his fingers trembled just a bit. He wanted to tell her he loved her, but he couldn’t say that yet, either.
I will miss this, he said. I will miss us.
He began counting, one heartbeat at a time, as she walked away. He would carry the numbers with him like memories until she returned.
100 Proof 
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