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You narrow your eyes. His plaid shirt is the only thing sincere about him.
His hands slide around her waist. He’s smiling and whispering into her ear. You know that it’s the same things he once whispered to you and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. It’s the same thing, over and over again.
It never meant anything to him. He of the plastic smiles and glass eyes. It was all smoke and mirrors.
But when his arm circles your waist to pull you close, you feel goosebumps. You can deny it, but he still has your heart.
