[eight hundred miles]

[eight hundred miles]

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The rain was pounding hard on the floor, pattering against my roof and soaking the grass. We were protected from my roof, but we were both still so cold. "I don't wanna lose you." I closed my eyes and tried to fight against the pain in my chest. "Just tell me I won't." "You won't," he said, pulling me closer for another hug. I grabbed onto his sweater desperately, pathetically, trying to keep him next to me for as long as possible. "I promise."
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I wanted her to scream, "Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!" She'd say something like, "Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?" Maybe I'd answer, "No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing." Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start. But she didn't. She never will. It's the things we don't say.

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