I laid on his bed while he massaged my scalp. You'd be surprised how relaxing it feels. We talked for a while, joked around for the most part. In his eyes, this is it. This is my life. Happy, smiling and laughing.
But he doesn't know that once I walk out the door, I drop my smile and feel the cold.
"Nikki," he spoke. He was falling asleep, like me. "I love you."
My breathing paused for a slight moment.
I closed my eyes.
I smiled, a genuine smile.
I love him, too.
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10 Months
Short StoryThe quantity, Of emotions I feel When dismissed; Is nothing Compared to The quality, Of misery I suffer; When reality Hits.
