He is bound to Serving Plate. A matched set, he has no choice in the matter. That is what he tells her, at least. Who is she to argue? Nothing but a drawer dweller, she waits to catch a glimpse of him in the hutch. Before she is shut back into darkness with Serving Fork forever getting himself caught up in her, a little too conveniently, she thinks.
The hands come separating them. Not now, it’s too soon!
I won’t leave you.
Darling it’s time.
She fights and gets caught in his delicate opening she somehow found so easy to slip into. A subtle clink. The faintest CRACK. Her heart rips open at the sound. The chip is barely perceptible, but to her it is disaster. She proves nothing but a destroyer yet again. He will hate her now. Their time is over. What will she have to look forward to, but for these festive days that allow them the briefest stolen moments?
I’m so sorry.
His graceful neck arches up towards her before he disappears beneath the foam.
You always hurt the one you love.
A joke to take with her into the darkness. Stay tuned...
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