50 Word Stories: Wasted

It wasn’t the cold metal of the dagger. No, it wasn’t that at all. Neither was it the extraction, the holding of my still beating heart in your hands. No, it wasn’t that. It was your face, your cold, unsmiling lips. Wasted time. It had all been wasted time.

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