“Why are you hands so cold?” he asked as he held my right hand in his. His thumb was gently sweeping over my knuckles. His eyes fixated on my hand, questioning with a hint of concern.
“Because my heart has stopped beating,” I said with an empty look on my face. He jumped to attention and was now looking at me with the eyes of a lost puppy. So confused, so worried. I said nothing more. He waited for the words to start flowing but I wasn’t going to explain. His puppy dog eyes no longer confused, he understood. No matter how hard he tried he knew he wasn’t the one who could restart my circulation.
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