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Love Me Tender
Sweet Face.
[Elvis’ POV]
I watched her step into a machine. It was rectangular, and blue. All around the outside of it, lights flashed. I looked into her eyes as she shut the door behind herself, and smiled.
On the inside, my heart was breaking. What did she mean when she said that she wasn’t “the one”?
I held a hand to my chest, placing my palm directly over my heart. I could feel it beating, but I felt as though I had just died. My baby girl is gone, and I will never see her sweet face again.
I watched her step into a machine. It was rectangular, and blue. All around the outside of it, lights flashed. I looked into her eyes as she shut the door behind herself, and smiled.
On the inside, my heart was breaking. What did she mean when she said that she wasn’t “the one”?
I held a hand to my chest, placing my palm directly over my heart. I could feel it beating, but I felt as though I had just died. My baby girl is gone, and I will never see her sweet face again.
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Extremely short filler. I'm sorry, guys.