Eighty Four

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"Well.. I was looking through our old photos..."

Taylor's voice was low and broken.

"The memories hurt. I didn't want to forget you but I should of."

His eyes shut.

"I was burning myself-- me in the photos, keeping you only."

Tears dripping down his cheeks.

"And that's when, the flames went out of control."

I tried my best to hold him but his skin is sensitive, his flesh is burned.

"Am I hurting you?"

"It's a good kind of pain."

I smiled.

"As long as you're holding me, I'm alive."

And this is why I love Taylor.

- Shawn

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