one last time / phan

one last time / phan

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"You had just woken up and your hair was pushed back and you still had your glasses on because you were too lazy to get up and put your contacts in. You handed me a mug of coffee, I put my hand on your chest and we kissed. It was short and sweet. Almost like a habit, like we would do the same thing everyday for the rest of our lives. But I guess that didn't happen huh?"
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"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."

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