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The moon shines bright
in the room,
making us the center of it.
Lightning us like we are important.
But I know we are not,
we are just two people out
of the miljard.
One totally insane, the
other unhappy.
Happy now,
next and close to Harry,
unhappy when she goes back to
her real life,
the life she is supposed to live.
I am stil laying next to him,
making me remember every
detail of his face.
Observing every inch so perfect
I can draw him.
My eyes are fluttering
close every now and then,
but I try to stay present.
Not wasting the last hours
I have with him.
I let out a deep pained
breath and still lay as
quiet as possible next to him,
when movement happens.
I watch him and see
his eyes opening very slowly,
accepting his sleep has ended.
There is not time to get out, so I just accept the fact he is not even a minute away from getting me caught.
I wait and when he is finally fully awake, his eyesbrows furrow when he spots me.
"June?,"
his rasp, sleepy voice
being heard in the room.
I feel myself getting calmer,
with only hearing the sound of his voice.
My hearts skips a beat
and my body is warmed
with the thought of him.
"Yes, I am here,"
I whisper back,
while searching for his hand
and taking it in a strong grip.
Hoping I will hold it forever.
The man in front of me is peacefully silent when I answer his question.
A smile on his face and adoring eyes staring at me
-- all he has ever done and is
still doing.
My mind goes dark
when I think about
what is yet to come;
our separation.
The sadness will last forever.
But all I know is that the two of us can sin now, together in eachothers arms, or spend the rest of our lives alone with no moment to cherish.
And from the stories
I will tell later, this
one will definetely be my best.
Romance seldom happens overnight,
unaware we create it all the time.
He squeezes my hand
and moves himself closer
to my body.
His breath hits my face and his
addictive lips are close,
so close they are in my reach and I long to close the distance.
The one who I was scared of
at the beginning of our story,
laying here next to me in bed.
The one who kidnapped me and
made my life a bit enjoyable again.
Because I was lost,
my heart was slowly getting
lost in my own body,
just as I was lost in my own world.
And he brought me back,
and now I have to leave him.
Trying to think about
school, mother and Lauren
I keep saying myself
I have to go back.
But then I see him,
his lost soul here in front of me.
No one will help him and eventually
he will swallow in his dark thoughts.
He will hurt himself and one day
it will be the end.
I let out a soft cry,
and single tears fall from the
corner of my eyes.
"You have to get help,"
I whisper again,
"You can not do this alone."
