“ace@hearts” (from memoir whitegirrrl) short chapter

You had to learn early on about what was going to happen didn’t you?

You learned to be an ace at hearts.  It’s potent magic.  It’s a generation of people who were never satisfied or couldn’t really get any satisfaction isn’t it?

He wasn’t ever any good at birthdays.  He wasn’t ever any good at love either.  You just represented something he wanted.

But you’re free.  You always were.

Not one of them ever touched the thing inside your heart.

You walk out into the morning and it’s fresh.

The wind woke you up.  The trees were unfurling their branches.