i missed you so much today. i spent the whole day curled up in my bed, tossing and turning at the thought of you being gone forever. i'd never get to talk to you or feel your skin or hear your laugh. all that'd be left are pictures and videos to remember you by. i hate this feeling. i don't know why i torture myself with these thoughts. i guess i'm just convinced that every day that you're gone, the closer those thoughts get to becoming reality. wake up with me tomorrow, please. tell me this has all just been another nightmare. tell me that you're here and never leaving, please. please.
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Disenchanted
RomanceSet in a pre-apocalyptic world, this short story goes through a collection of letters written by a man to his missing wife.
