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The boy sat broken in the dark, his heart lying shattered in his hands. His eyes drifted lazily, his mouth murmuring half words and  sentences, things that made him laugh and cry in equal measure. His cheeks sat stained with salt, his eyes empty and dry. He had given everything and had no more to offer so he instead sat, letting the darkness wrap around him like a warm blanket. He clutched onto a crumpled note, worn and torn, broken in his grasp. He had tried to destroy the thing, to burn away any memory of her, of the things they once felt but it didn't work. He had long since memorized the words, they sat iron clad in his mind, burning

“Goodbye” A short story by David Koon Sweat coated his brow, warm sticky droplets occupied the entire surface of his forehead; any patch of exposed skin was equally adorned with the shining armor, salty tendrils of it ran down the back of his neck to the base of his spine. His clothes had long since been saturated in the downpour of his own perspiration, they now clung to his aching body like a coating of glue. His joints were on fire, they creaked in protest like a rusty machine as he commanded them to move. His throat was as parched as a sunbaked lake bed, and red raw. He was now relying on small, sharp gasps as his burning lu