Please come back.
He cried to himself in the shower. And in the gardens alone. And in his bed at night.
His chest heaved and his heart clenched.
Sometimes, for seconds, he lost his breath.
It was a mistake to think he could go back to living how he used to before.
The loneliness of this big empty house began haunting him again.
He would whisper and cry to himself all day.
Take me away. We'll go wherever you want us to. I'll stay in your home, however small it may be. I'll never complain. Atleast talk to me.
Please talk to me.
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March [ManxMan]
Short Story"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?" The month in which there is a lavish wedding about to take two particular hearts by storm.
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