Her eyes drift upward at the precise moment he steps into view. Her heart stops and she feels like she cannot breathe as he moves away from her through the crowd. Eyes pinned to him she watches his graceful movements, the way his arms swing and the way his hair moves in the breeze. He has no idea she is there, watching, desiring. A part of her heart, the scarred beaten part, squeezes painfully and she tells herself to look away. There is nothing to see. There is nothing there. He does not want you so do not watch. Her mind tells her the logic but her heart beats hard, her breath is shallow and her cheeks flush with her wanting of him. She wills him to turn and look at her. Wills it with every fiber of her being so that she can see the same desire mirrored in his eyes. Then all her dreams come true, she is in his arms again with his lips pressed to hers.
A few quick blinks and she realizes he has disappeared into the crowd.
Just a ghost floating across the ether of her heart.
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