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𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚.


𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 


𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦. 


𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. 


𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙.


𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢ç𝘢𝘥𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬.


𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 


𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚…







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“Fuck it,” I muttered, my voice barely audible, raised the covers, and in I went.

At first, I mirrored her posture, lying on my side without touching her. My pulse quickened, my mind coming up blank.

In, out. In, out.

The familiar repetition dissipated my anxiety. The longer I repeated it, the slower my heart beat. Soon, my breaths synchronized with those of Justine, our shoulders rising and falling in tandem. Only then did I move, draping my arm across her pink nightgown, sheathing her waist, scooting closer to her.

Hate would make you forget a lot of things. It’d wipe out lazy afternoons of lying on the beach together. It’d box and store away secret moments you glanced at the girl you loved while she gave imaginary classes to her dolls, while you were supposed to be reading finance articles. It’d bury the time she caught you doing it and smiled at you as if she loved you too.

It could try to drown, by a small portion, the memory of how your love felt beneath your fingertips when you hugged her through days and nights, through tears and laughter in the intimate position you’d shared with no one ever since. It could try, but it would fail.

Because once reality kicked in, it didn’t stand a fucking chance.



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Shani Haim

Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.

One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.

From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.

When she's not swooning over book boyfriends, she's practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amounts of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.


 

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