June 11, 2001
Sweat poured from every available pore in her skin. Her body ached and her skin was burning to the touch. She opened her eyes and saw a foggy face. A hand placed something that seemed like a wet towel on her forehead. She tried to struggle to a sitting position but a strong arm pushed her back against the bed. She moaned and groaned. Hot tears trickle down her cheeks before she slipped out of consciousness once again.
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Absence
Short StoryThe fear of loving is the fear of loosing. She loved and lost what she never truly had to begin with.
