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Tomorrow.
We have till tomorrow.
24 hours. 60 minutes. 86,400 seconds left.
I woke up in Davis's room, cuddled next to him with empty ice cream tubs at our feet.
What will happen to us? When we die... Will I be a spirit? Will I be in the clouds? Maybe I'll come back as a parrot.
I snuggled and hugged Davis as I started to cry.
I felt warm arms wrap around me.
"I know Mandy. Me too," He whispered. That just made me cry harder.
"I don't wanna die," I whimpered out in between sobs.
Davis let a few tears fall down his cheeks, landing in my hair, "Me either."
We layed there. Holding each other like we were kids again.
I wish we were kids. Oblivious to the world around us. Not a single worry, except if you have the right crayons.
"Can... Can I braid your hair?" Davis asked shyly.
I nodded quickly brushing out the knots with my fingers.
I sat cross legged while Davis's hands expertly moved through my hair, making it perfectly simple... yet beautiful.
Like our last few days.
Tomorrow...
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