This isn't suppose to happen. The person in front of me isn't dying. There isn't a blade protruding from his chest.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
A soft voice calls my name. I look down to see pale blue eyes brimming with tears of either sadness, pain or both. I couldn't tell.
" I'm here, " I promise as I brush his hair away from his eyes, "Always... "
A soft smile graces his face. How I had longed to see it again after all those years- but I never would have thought to see it like this.
His beautiful smile never fading, he whispers his last words.
Who would have thought three words could destroy you in a matter of seconds?
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Collection of Short Love stories
RomanceA simple collection of short love stories that I wrote. It may be sad, adorable, full of love or all together.
