Small tears trickled down the girl's cheek a little too tan for a girl of this region, her fists-shivering and cold held onto the boy's sweater out of desperation and despair of what would happen next.
The boy, trying to comfort the crying girl too had tears in his eyes, held back by his will to stay strong for his best friend. He was slowly rubbing circles onto the girl's back, lips slowly stooping down to kiss the top of the girl's soft black hair, trying to savor the last few moments he will have with her. In this life at least.
"P-please don't go"
"I'm so sorry"
"don't go"
"don't go"
"don't go"
"please"
©eliwastaken and Zutaradiangelo (wattpad 2020/21)
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The Art of Falling
RomanceShe was falling. Her facade was falling. Her walls were falling. Her whole world- All of it was falling ------------------------------- This story can be found on Tumblr (I suggest reading it there) https://eliwastaken.tumblr.com/ :D
