We Didn't Make It
- LECTURES 294
- Votes 15
- Chapitres 6
En cours d'écriture1h 3m
Dernière publication dim., juin 18, 2023
"What's wrong? You aight?"
His voice snapped me out of my gaze. Back to reality where I was met with his eyes, staring into mine.
Lord they did so much to me, staring into them I could barely think. Focus.
This question killed me inside, there WAS something wrong. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I needed to say. But I couldn't, I just.. couldn't. My heart stopped, the world stopped. It was me and him.
My stomach turned, I needed to tell him but my words got caught in my throat.
"Bri, what's up? Talk to me."
I wish I could. I really, really wish I could.
"Nothing, nothing."
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A story about lovers, who just seemed to never be able to find each other. Maybe in another universe? Or maybe they weren't meant after all..
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