I remember the sunny hot day
where you and I met
Your body was nice, honey
I still remember the beautiful red liquid running through your hair when he hit you
Your smile when the sunset
They said you were gone that day, baby
They're wrong
I still see your hair
Not stained of the blush that escaped to the hell we know
I'll stay with you
She's wrong
YOU ARE READING
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Short StoryA short story with very short chapters about an Elderly man who doesn't want to let go of his girlfriend who died 90 years prior. i forgot this exist
