EPHRAIM.

THE (CURSED) PRINCE OF HEARTBREAK.

[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

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HE'D SEEN HIS HEART
TORN ASUNDER , SPLINTERED , MARRED.

Yet it wasn't the curse of being unalived that
shattered him. It was the look in her eyes—
the silent verdict within her gaze. It spoke
volume of her treachery. It bound him to the
heartbreak for eternity.
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

@starletblu ㅤ
Is that why you kept farting in your sleep last night?
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

@starletblu ㅤ
You literally have a phone camera.
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

@starletblu ㅤ
I love it. Except the part where you'd keep grabbing my hair.
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

@starletblu ㅤ
It's like the second time this year already—
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

@starletblu ㅤ
You asked for it.
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

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“Happy—10th? Birthday.” @starletblu
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

@starletblu ㅤ
Don’t look—or certainly act—like one.
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

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So, I adjusted my stride, maintaining a deliberate distance behind her. Just close enough to make it clear to anyone watching that she was with me, but not so close as to suggest I’d already conceded. We were still rivals in this game, each step a calculated move, the
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

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EPHRAIM.
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[EPHRAIM. @ofHeartaces]

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to this magnetic version of her. But the dominant part of me resisted. Her taunts still echoed in my mind, the sting of her degradation mingling with the memory of my jealousy. It wasn’t humiliation I could easily forget. No, I wouldn’t give in so easily—not yet.
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