Fᴇʙʀᴜᴀʀʏ 13ᴛʜ 2005

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!short!
Dally
Johnny was getting better, but he was so weak still. He refused to eat anything so that was probably why. If he wasn't a twig before he sure was now.

I sighed and entered the living room, Johnny was sleeping. I sat next to the couch and began to pet his hair, his eyes slowly fluttered open. I let a small smile peek through, "Hey Johnnycakes. How are you feeling?" He didn't respond all he did was reach out, well that's a first. So I got closer to him and he patted the couch. So then I got up, laid by him. I put my arms around his cold, frail body. I kissed the back of his head. "I love you. A lot."
But he was already asleep.

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