enchanted; tate

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my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you again
these are the words i held back, as i was leaving too soon
i was enchanted to meet you...

my thoughts will echo your name, until i see you againthese are the words i held back, as i was leaving too sooni was enchanted to meet you

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"but i don't want to tate!" i choked out through tears
"just do it.. i can't keep hurting you like this.." tate yelled out
at this point, it sounded like we were having a competition at who was louder at screaming.

"i cant say goodbye.. i love you so much." i said, holding on to his forearms like my life depended on it.
"listen, please look at me."

i looked at him, and i felt more tears come out of my eyes.
his beautiful brown eyes were also full of salty tears.
he had a visible frown, but hell, he still looked perfect.

"i love you more than you can fathom.. but you deserve a better life without me in it, i drag you down." tate said,
"i'm a stupid ghost, please we need to let go.. i'll see you soon."

he swipes his thumb on my tear stained cheek, and kisses my forehead.

he forcefully lifts my head up, and kisses me.
it was aggressive yet so loving.

we pulled apart for air, and he kissed my nose.

"goodbye tate.." i say wanting this moment to go by faster.

i feel his cold hand leave my face, and i was no longer being held.
                 
     the house was dead silent.
it was so silent you could hear the leaves swaying in the fall breeze.

i sat criss-crossed on my bed, looking at my sleeves stained with tears, and feeling the immense heart ache.
something i never wanted to experience, but i couldn't stop it.

i can still see him standing at the edge of my bed,
i let out another sob.
my nose was runny and my eyes were so tired of crying.

my heart ached the more i screamed.
it's what i had to do.
i knew it was what he wanted, but i couldn't handle the pain afterwards.

everything reminded me of him, the blanket he would wrap himself with every time he slept with me or telling me about his favorite music.

he taught me so many things.
i don't think i'll ever be able to fall in love with someone else.

everything felt like a terrible dream, and i wished on every star it was
i'd wake up next to tate, and be comforted by the fact that it was all just a nightmare but it wasn't.

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