As he waited for his next piece, listening to the choir
he touched the fragile threads that encircled his wrist.
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"I love you."
"I love you too."
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He had forgotten to take the bracelet off before the concert began.
He began to slip it around his hand.
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"It's been such a short time,
but I already love you more than the others."
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As he pulled at the strangling weave, he felt the last tiny thread give way
and the circle snapped apart in his hands.
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"She's mad at me."
"Why?"
"Because I haven't told you."
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He felt breath claw at his throat
as he held the broken pieces.
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"I know it hurts.
But this isn't about you."
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He closed his eyes
and felt nothing.