The wind whispers in her ear, the words she never wanted to hear. Voices carried over from memories that were supposed to be forgotten.
Why won't you love me?
Time wraps itself around her, sheltering and healing, but always deceiving. Yesterday seems so far away, and seventeen felt like today.
No heart should be broken that young.
I can't. I'm sorry.
Trying seems so hard to do, when trying has no heart for you. Today she is seventeen again. Young and lost in a one handed clap, desperately trying to make a sound.
Why won't you try?
It's hard to believe when you're sensible. A heart is just an organ. Pumping blood to keep her alive. It feels no love. It is simply tricked. Tricked by her mind.
She hears the words she wanted to forget in her voice.
I shouldn't need to.
She used to believe.
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