Dream
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Última publicación jue, mar 15, 2018
He glanced over at me, a smile forming at the corners of his mouth. I can tell he's pleased.
He places his hand over mine. We hold hands, looking at the sunrise. Happily Ever After.
HA
Let's pretend you heard a record scratch and freeze frame.
That's not what happened. In fact, it's far from it.
I thought he would hurt me, but I was the one who was hurting him. I am the reason he's dead. I'm the reason there is no Happily Ever After.
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.........The Helicopter was now five feet up with me and him looking at each other. I smiled at him, tears coming up my eyes. I let the waves take me. For the last time, I raised my hand towards him. This could never be our goodbye. And as I said, ladies and gentlemen, I am very bad when it comes to matters of heart. If I ever fell, I take the other along with me. He once glanced back scratching his head maybe trying to hide his smile and then jumped down from the helicopter falling down towards me, putting his life in danger. I don't know about how this all will end, but I am betting I am winning this person no matter what. LIFE GIVES A CHANCE- to find your true self in midst of chaos pushing you through various tests and worst situations, but with a little hope and love.Concluida
"What is it?" "Oh it's nothing." I state nervously. "Tell me." He demands almost surprising me. "Ah- no, It's just, I was wondering, since the scratch healed so fast, I was thinking that there's no way you could be human, I guess- I think-" "I was human." he cuts me off as he looks away.
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