Ink

The pen hovered above the page, her hand trembling from the weight of its unwritten words; befallen to torpidity, only her tears could write upon the parchment, everything the ink never would

Empty to others, he read the tear-stained confession that was found rapaciously protecting her heart; and without a pen, he responded on the very same page, with the very same ink

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