"You promised me that you would hold on till May" he whispered in my ear.
The final bit of life started to drain out of me.
He was right I did promise, which means I need to fight.. I need to live.
I open my eyes.
"I love you" I said tears streaming down my face.
"I love you too" He says and then leans down and presses his lips to mine. That's when everything fades to black. I don't really want to die.
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Hold On Till May
Документальная проза"You promised me you would hold on til may" he whispers in my ear. He was right.. I did promise.. That means I would have to fight for my life
