she's back at his side. his eyes are cracked slightly open, his breathing close to normal again.
" 'nee," he wheezes. lainie licks her dry lips, tears prickling at her eyes.
"yes," she breathes. his breaths seem to pain him, each exhale raspy and painful to hear.
"do you- love me - still?" he asks between each breath.
"if love could be counted, i would love you more than there are stars in the sky," she tells him, recalling what he had said to her a year before. he takes her hand and intertwines his fingers in hers.
"thirteeen is still luck."
lainie shakes her head. "but it's only thirteen stripes. only thirteen days married. that's not even two weeks, that's not-"
"i thought it'd be less."
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his queen
Poetry"i wish i were a princess." "my darling, you're a queen." -- completed #241 in short story (sept 6th 2018) #1 in #forevermore (oct 25th 2018) #4 in #doubt (jan 1st 2019) #3 in #prose (feb 19th 2021) 100k reads (may 12th 2019) 175k reads (aug 27th 20...
