“Wait, Angela! Please…”
He rushed forward, his hand extended towards me. His strong, warm hand that I had held many times before when I needed comfort or companionship. Tears flowed freely as I forced my own palms to remain clasped together.
“Give me a second chance, please!” He pleaded. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t wait, I had to see you again,” He crashed against an invisible barrier, just inches away from where I stood. I didn’t have the power to break that barrier, even though I desperately wanted to. My soul cried out for him, my skin craving his gentle touch. I trembled with sorrow. I gazed into his eyes one final time.
“I’m sorry, Jack,” I whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear me, but he understood my lips perfectly.
“No,” His eyes filled with panic. “No!”
The ground beneath his feet crumbled, he looked down in shock as he felt gravity start to pull him downwards. My heart clenched in anguish. He shouted out my name as he disappeared into the blackness, his voice echoing all around me.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, sobs choking my voice. “But nobody gets a second chance.”
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Wait For Me
Short StoryShe told him to wait. But Jack couldn't even do that... [writing tidbit that i'd thought i'd share]
