Mallory,
I'll be there soon, mi amore.
I can't walk anymore and my lungs can no longer take in much air. I've been glued to your bed since Friday, it's now Tuesday.
I haven't eaten, slept, or even drank water.
Lilah's here of course. She just keeps stroking my hair and telling me it's okay to leave. Her touch was comforting, but still nothing compared to you, Mal.
You know they say that your whole life flashes before your eyes right before you die? Well, that's definitely true. I've been having flashbacks for two days now. Every single thing that's ever happened to me. I saw the time I broke my arm playing football with my brother, I saw my first girlfriend break my heart, I saw prom, I saw the first time I met Rob, I saw the first time I met you, I saw the last time I saw Rob, and I saw the last time I saw you.
If I could just have one dying wish,
it would be to hold you just one last time.
With love,
Preston Arsement♥
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Preston » sequel to Mallory
Short Storyone's gone, one's back; unfortunately, they've lost each other. - - - sequel to Mallory - - -
