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call → s i x

Bittersweet → call  s i x

❝In which he loves her flaws more than her perfections.❞

I asked you what made you cry like this.

I asked that because I would do anything to make you smile again.

You didn't answer.

'Is it your brother?' I asked.

Because I know he did before.

Your breathing stayed the same, so I knew the answer was no.

'Your parents?' I asked.

Because I know they would without any doubt.

Your breathing stayed the same, so I knew the answer was no.

'Your neighbour?' I asked.

Because I never liked that man, he's too creepy for my liking.

Your breathing stayed the same, so I knew the answer was no.

'Who is it, then?' I started to sound desperate.

I started to sound desperate, because I was.

I wanted to know who did it, so I could comfort you.

So I could run my fingers through you curly hair;

That always made you calm.

So I could move my fingertips over your bare shoulder;

That always made you smile.

So I could press my lips against your cheek.

That always made your eyes light up, even though you never want to admit it.

I wanted to assure you everything is gonna be all right.

But I can't because I'm not with you, and that will haunt after me forever, I know.

'It's you,' you suddenly whispered.

It's me?

'I'm crying because I miss you so much,' you sobbed.

I love your voice; I just love your voice.