It felt like some kind of unworldly monster had reached inside my chest with its elongated claws and squeezed the life out of my beating heart. It felt as if an anvil the size of a range was placed over my chest, slowly murdering me. The pain felt remorseless and suffocating and malicious and…
* * * *
I recalled our last shared words:
“I’ll see you in three days. It’s just a short trip, Micah.”
“We have the symphony to attend. I’m looking forward to doing that with you.”
“As well as you should. I make a hell of a date. Plus, I look good at your side.”
“Text me. Keep me posted about your short trip.”
“I’m only going to agree to that because I love you.”
“You love me?”
“I love you. But you already know that.”
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