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But you PROMISED.

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Published: Jan 28, 2009

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_{You always carried yourself in a ghostly manner, and your eyes consisted of sickly opal and broken glass. We lay in the grass watching moons kill each other, stars singing along to the serial killer's lullaby. It was the middle of summer, but your eyes seemed freezing. You placed you cold body over mine, and whispered: You are my drug, and I'm too addicted to let go.

(Though it seemed I was more like a dietary product.)

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For my birthday, you made a little plush heart, shredded it into a million lovely little pieces, stitched it back together using your lousy crafting skills, and put a "do not disturb" sign on it. You placed it into a glass jar, and softly murmured: You'll be fine, I'll be with you. You promised, you PROMISED.

(The next day, the jar was shattered beneath you feet. Somehow, the heart wasn't there anymore, and I felt something inside trying to break my ribs.)

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You've always hated flying. You'd rip off everyone's wings, always. I wondered where mine went, maybe you took them with you. You especially couldn't stand airplanes, ugly mechanic creatures you'd call them. You said it were the metal detectors that bothered you, and sometimes I wish I'd never asked why.

(The detectors always beeped next to the left side of your crystalline chest, and it was always a bit hard for you to explain.)}