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Reads 293
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Parts 10
Time 46m

Wildflowers_Death

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"Do you really have to go?" I looked up at him with tears brimming my eyes. He sighed and sat down beside me, intertwining our fingers and looking deep in my eyes.

"I won't forget the Good Times but... we both knew this day would come." He told me.

"...D-Don't talk like that... I'll see you again, I know I will." I felt tears go down my face. He pulled me in a tight hug. "Please promise me that I'll see you again." I looked deep in his eyes after we released. He squeezed my hand and looked me.

"I promise." He says softly. He stood up and grabbed his suitcase. I stood up after him and hugged him again.

"Be safe Cal." I whispered in his shoulder. We released slowly and I kissed his cheek. He smiled slightly at me but I could see hurt deep in his eyes where he tried to hide it. He walked off with his suitcase behind him and his band members following. I watched him get on the plane and I sighed sadly. I sat down and watched his plane leave. "I love you Cal... I'll miss you." I whispered to myself.

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Started: 07/13/2019
Ended: 11/30/2019All Rights Reserved

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