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First Word: Place
Last Word: Heart
“Place, place, this place, that place, I don’t understand!” Steve runs his right hand over his head, his fingers gripping into his hair tearing at it. His left hand is in a tight fist. “Why?” he says, his body visibly trembling and his eyes red and spilling tears. “Didn’t I mean anything to you?”
Danny couldn’t look at Steve though he kept shaking his head in the negative, his hands splayed uselessly. “I told you from day one that I was only here because Grace is here, however, things changed. Rachel and Stan are moving to Manhattan, and I’ll be joining my old precinct in Jersey.”
“So what did we have?” Steve asked weakly, his hand barely moving to indicate the two of them.
“We had a good time, babe. Anyway, take care of yourself.” Danno closed the door softly as he let himself out. His heart skipping a beat when he heard the impact on the closed door. Then he got in his car and was gone.
On the other side of the door a box of chocolate valentines made its crushed splat to the floor while the chocolate pieces marred the door. Across the room the romantic setting was broken by the sobs caused by a wreaked heart.