Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt #47 - "Heart"
Our eyes met.
The cliched stories tell of rainbows, all-encompassing delight, the knowledge that you'll never be alone again.
Doesn't that scare anyone?
Don't they lie awake at night, while their dragon sleeps deeply, wondering if they've changed? If they're still who they were before?
There's no going back, not unless you have it torn out, tearing yourself apart, leaving your heart in tatters. And whose heart was it by then, anyway?
Yours, without a doubt.
Were you truly so empty, your heart so formless, needing me so much?
You would have died without me, so it must be so.
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