He sat on the cold, hard chair. She lay before him, connected to wires and machines. Her smooth, steady breathing keeping him somewhat calm. He sighed, scooting his chair closer towards her bed. He clutched her small, cold hand in his warm, large one. He rubbed small circles on her palm and pushed some of her beautiful brown hair off of her forehead. She looked so peaceful, so happy lying there. Like she had not a care in the world. He brought her delicate hand up to his lips.
"If only, if only." He hummed against it. "If only, if only."
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This Is Gospel ~ M.C
FanfictionThis is gospel for the fallen ones, Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies, From pieces of broken memories.
