here | n.h.

"Every great love starts with a great story."

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A few straggling tears wet my cheeks as I grabbed the last of my bags. He stands in front of me like a ghost in the door way. He's pale, and silent. A real ghost.

I bite my lip to stop myself from making this any harder. He was savior that helped to keep me floating when I was drowning; he gave me a home, he gave me hope, but most importantly, he gave me a friend.

Our goodbyes had been said, but all the feelings were left like an open wound. I wanted this.

"Please, don't go." He says, back turned, voice low and almost incoherent.

I shake my head, trying to move past him, but he turns himself in front of me. "Just stay. Please. Stay with me, here."