He had this tone in his voice that made one want to listen when he speakd. Not authoritative though.
"My Mom is the only one I have left, she has a weak heart and I'm scared she's slowly going. If she goes then I'm gone."
She placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"I'm sure she'll be fine."
"Don't say it if it's not the truth." He replied jerking from her touch.
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The Light For My Darkness
Short Story#301 in short story. She was his light but he didn't realize. He was the darkness that couldn't be seen. Light crosses darkness. Darkness meets light. Will he reject his light? Cover by me. All Right Reserved©
