"That's a sin," I laughed sadly. "You didn't do anything wrong."
"Yes I did, Baby," she said, sitting beside me and pulling me into her arms.
I wrapped my arms around her waist in a hug, my forehead against hers.
"I hate it when we argue Avery. I hate every second of it," I whispered.
"I know love," she responded. "So do I."
I kissed her and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me back.
At least I had her back.
I didn't know how much I missed her until it was almost too late.
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"Cordaye, are you sure about this?" Avery asked.
"No I never was. Let's get this over with."
YOU ARE READING
The Tears In Her Eyes
Non-FictionThis is my story. My name is Cordaye Kalio. On this day, April 1st, my girlfriend Avery Vega, was shot and killed instantly, jumping in front of a bullet that was meant for me. I decided to share this story because I needed people to know.
