Maya POV
"I take these and you take those. I'm okay with this but if you want to pull out it's okay,"
"I won't let you die alone. If you die. I die,"
A single tear ran down Maya's face and for the first time she felt loved. It wasn't because he was dying for her. It was because she wasn't alone for the first time. No matter what she had said, he had stuck around. Day in. Day out. For 2 years.
"I now know what love is. Thank you,"
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The Sound of the Rain
Short StoryA short short based on the life events of two people who share an over stereotyped mental disorder. Note: the cover photo is not mine
