Looking for Elliot |H.S + L.H|
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"Cole, I'm lost.." Tears roll down his cheeks as he steps closer to the edge of the bridge.
"No, you're not lost." I tell him, "The evil squirrels just ate some of your breadcrumbs, but you'll be okay."
I hear him let out a small laugh. "Thats such a you thing to say.."
I look at him, a playful smile resting on my lips. "Thats why you love me though, I make you laugh."
He leans forward over the ledge a little more, "yeah, I do love you."
"Please Elliot I can't lose you, just get down here and kiss me.."
For a second, just a small second, I thought there was a chance he'd listen to me for once.
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"Looking For Elliot"
Started on 6|22|17
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