“Rachelle…” “I’m on stage in ten minutes. What is it?” “Your mother’s on the phone- “ “No.” “She’s in the hospital- “
By A C Tawen3 years ago in Fiction
I used to measure my time here by the beating of my own heart. Now, I only count it by the people who came to see me. The one that approached was special.
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