I felt so alone I needed someone.
Someone who could hold me close and tell me everything would be okay.
Usually mom would be the one to do so, but she wasn't there.
No one was there.
Was she there? Was she watching me cry my heart out? Did she try to hold me and hoped that I would feel her?
Tears welled from deep inside and coursed down my cheeks.
No matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.
"Winter?" A broken voice sounded across the room.
"Buttercup, what's wrong?" Leo brought me into his arms as I cried harder and harder.
He stroked my hair and squeezed my body to his chest. Slowly I felt my body relax.
The tears stopped and the whimpers lessened. In his arms I felt some sort of comfort.
It was like everything was going to be okay.
I felt safe.
I nudged his shirt to let him know that I wanted to stand up.
He helped me up and walked me to my room, with my guidance ofcourse.
Why was he here?
How did he get in?
He picked me up and laid me on my bed. I curled my body into a ball, holding my legs to my chest.
"Are you okay?" He's voice sounded in my ears and tears started flowing down my face again because of that question.
I was not okay, all I wanted to do was to just fade away.
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Living with dying
Romance"What the hell, you keep running away and I just don't know how to help you.......you just so distant!" Leo called out to me as I walked away. "Winter.....talk to me, please!" He cried out once again and stopped me right in my tracks. "Trying to fin...
