"zi. . .zion?"
he looked up, slightly in fear. he knew that voice very well. it was the voice that would haunt him in his sleep. looking at her, he saw her fidgeting with her bag's strap, looking as nervous and confused as hell. there was also a emotion in her eyes that he knew all too well.
pain.
burying his head into his hands, he groaned. "go away."
silence.
maybe she's gone. a part of him was happy that she needn't see his vulnerable side, while another was sad that she left without caring. his chest heaved as another sob tore its way through his chest.
the bench beside him creaked.
"no." her voice was shaking, though she sounded determined. her arms snaked around his waist and hung limply, unsure of what to do. he suddenly threw himself at her, burying his head into the crook of her neck.
and the water works started.
"shh. . .its okay. whatever it is, we will over come it."
as their roles reversed, he felt grateful for the sweet nothings she murmured and the vanilla scent that filled his nostrils. he was leaving snot and tears all over her, but she didn't seem to care. just like he never did.
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Short Story'some angels are destined to fall.' | not fantasy genre | [11 nov/2017 - #15 ss] *~* review *~* "It brings out the emotions and feelings of all the characters.. Not many authors can do that.. I know a handful on here. To a dedicated reader like my...