unfolding memories of the past, as time slips by. it's coming, whether i like it or not. i swore on my life, my love.
my hope.
i'm just hoping that you'll do the same. i just hope it weren't empty words you said, that you fed me. it felt so full. but everything fell, dissolved like a biscuit in a tea. i just hope that last crumble will stay afloat. i hope i could survive this.
this day, a mark on a calendar. by the slightest hope, could save that light dying out.
"please be there," i whispered as those memories flooded through.
YOU ARE READING
gone
Non-Fictionafter a few nights of waiting, they finally walk into each others paths.
