Sweet was the taste of my Sam's lips when his hands were gentle and his eyes watched me. He whispered words of forever, promises I thought he'd always keep.
Salty the taste of his skin as he moved over me, making my eyes roll back into my head as my nails scratched his shoulders.
Sour the day he left me for my best friend, closer than a sister to me.
But there is no way to describe the taste of the bile that rises when I watch his lips against hers, the pieces of my broken heart mending...without me.
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