.:symphony of a stolen heart:.

(because having your heart stolen isn't always lovely)

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She saw him running, running; running to God-knows-where. And her hand immediately flew to her chest.

She couldn't hear it beating, for it was pounding so fast; she smiled.

She knew he immediately ran away with her heart.

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She could hear him, hear his steps pound against the ground; hear his breath against the cold, frigid air as he forced himself to continue running; running to God-knows-where. And her hands immediately flew to her mouth.

She didn't want him to hear her; hear her following him; not yet.

But she continued, continued to follow his every step, because she wanted.

She wanted to immediately steal his heart, too.

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She could smell him; smell that pepper-like scent that claimed the air every time he passed by; every time she even thoughtof him running, his breath heard from a mile away. The girl refused to dowse herself in perfumes, drown herself in a sea of scent.

…Because none could compare to his.

Whenever she smelt him, she always anticipated a flip of her heart, a pain in her chest

But she never felt one.

And she would smile, for she would remember that he still held her heart.

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She could taste him; a hint of citrus, mixed with a sweet flavor that, with that pepper-like smell, would make her flutter like a bird. The girl refused to eat, to nourish her empty stomach, for being hungry was better than losing his taste; empty stomachs were better than empty hearts.

And sometimes, she wished he would stop running; she wished she could taste him again.

But she never could.

And for a moment, she almost wished he never stole her heart.

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But yet, she couldn't touch him; his elusive figure was always so rare, as his citrusy-sweet taste still lingered, the pepper-smell wavering. The girl's stomach growled, hungrily; her chest felt light.

And she knew she could never have him.

But she didn't stop trying.

She never could.

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And when she woke, she felt heavy.

Nothing had changed.

Nothing had happened.

And when she placed a hand on her chest,

nothing was gone.

And she closed her eyes again,

hoping she'd lose her heart all over again.