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The lovers stilled to watch their hearts dance.
Between them was more than chemistry, more than sparks. It was a charge that buzzed through the air, crackling over the goosebumps of the crowd.
They were electric. Magnetic.
In the right mood- pulled together and impossible to unstick. Circling one another, always touching and never looking away.
In the wrong mood- violently repelled and relentlessly repulsed. But even then every action was reactionary, unable to do anything that wasn’t tied to the other.
Two halves of one force of nature.
He shattered her heart. Shards of it crunched under his boots as he left. She tried to pick it up, piece it back together, but every time she touched it she bled.
There was glass in her skin and splinters of anger in her pain. The floor trembled and pieces of her heart rose with her rage. She sent them to find him, like a plague of angry locusts, a swarm of broken dreams come to claw at his skin.
He bled a little. She bled far more.
And still he did not love her.