"It hurts because of you," I say without thinking, blaming him for such horrible things.
He strokes my head and kisses my cheek, hurting me more when I'm supposed to push him away from me, but instead of I'm in his arms.
"I'm so sorry Haze," he says in a whisper, clamps his arms around me.
"We're together in this moment Haze, I'm with you," he says as I cry again.
"I know, I know," he absorbs my nasty accusations, in vain.
I'm crushed, in two pieces, in half.I cry, and keep crying and the tears doesn't stop, until finally his shoulder plays like a pillow and I fall
asleep .I feel him drag me with both hands to my bed, cover me with blanket and lying down next to me, stroking my head.
"I just want my mom," I let out a sleep and hugged Dust, That hugs me back.
"Shhh ..." I hear him whispering, stroking my head And trying to calm me down.A week later, all the people from mom's job arrived, ones I didnt even know them , I didnt know that they are Existing.
Dust is here 24/7, from the day I found out until today.
Fucking every day.He helped me get through these days, but it's not
enough.I miss my mom and every night it hurts even more.
I thought every day was supposed to be fine, not amazing but fine. But its not."I'm coming in," Dust's voice stops me from my thoughts, the horrible thoughts running through my mind .
I sit on my bed, leaning against the wall behind me, feeling the cold wall on my back.
He walks towards me, sitting right next to me, "Come here," he mumbles and pulls me into a hug.
"it'll pass? Will the pain pass? 'I ask innocently as he strokes my back, moving the ends of my hair behind the ear.
His hand caresses my cheek, approaching behind my hair, and he continues to caresses both of my cheeks, just like that.
"It'll pass," he promises.
"It doesn't pass," I say painfully.He continues to caresses my cheek, and approaches himself to me.
As soon as I feel his breathing, I think he comes to kiss me, but instead of he kisses my cheek, my nose,
my forehead and the other cheek.Until he reaches the lips.
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