The Watchmaker
Aug 17th, 2022 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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He had become a master in the arrangement of all her beautiful pieces.
A lifetime of experiencing his shattered dreams had made this so.
With patience, he would file down or build up their broken parts until two pieces fit together as one.
His hands of meticulous love removed the heart from his chest and gently placed it within hers.
She raised her head slowly and smiled.
His head sagged downward as he did the same.
With that, she rose, exiting the tiny room.
Opening the door as the sun burnt her eyes, but the pain only lasted a moment.
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