Her heart aches and screams – a force that will not be ignored. But this time… its different. It doesn’t beat with the same jagged, unsteady ache of a heart crumbling to pieces, only held together by the suffocating squeeze of loneliness and dread. Anguish does not power this hurt. It’s different. It’s a burn – one that started small cinder, in a local dessert shop. It warms her face when he smiles at her, and flushes her cheeks the first time her called her Keiko. It grew threw late night texts, and boring pictures of the garden she made at home, burning brighter, and louder with every ounce of confidence he unintentionally fostered in her.



It was an inferno presently. An aching yearn for the opposite of what consumed her moments prior. For the very thing right in front of her.