" maybe it's temporary, but hold me close? ".
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Another night.
Another bottle.
Another panic attack.
And, it's like every other night.
Pain.
The pain was there.
I slam the front door shut, and clumsily walk to be met by my best friend on the couch, my vision was blurry, but I noticed that she was laying on the couch, a book in her hand, and a blanket wrapped around her.
She looked really warm.
And I was there, shivering by the cold of the night.
After a few moments, she almost threw the book she had in hand when she saw me, "Gosh Josie, you scared me".
A tear ran down my cheek once again. Hope, motioned for me to come closer with her hands.
Like a little child, I fell on top of her as she wrapped the blanket on us. My heart started to hammer against my chest, my body shaking as I cried in her arms. She never got sick of the way I would ruin her shirt with my tears. Every time.
She simply told me, "Hey, it will be okay".
"I got you".
"Please.. just hold me close".
She smiled, "I always will Josie".
I sniffled, and she giggled.
"You're such a baby". Hope muttered, and I nodded.
CITEȘTI
Pretty, Please
PoezieJosie is an alcoholic, addicted to the taste of alcohol to numb the pain. Hope is her best friend, and the only one who is taking care of her. But, how can pain turn swiftly into a loving emotion? How will Hope deal with a broken soul? - "I can't do...
