Stay with me
To have one more moment with you.
Your presence falters. Distorted. Almost transparent. Your hand numbly slips through my fingers. “Don’t go___ stay with me.” Tears flood down my cheeks like a waterfall. “Love, I’ll always be with you, you just won’t be able to see me,” George flashes his infectious smile. Without my consent my mouth pulls at the corners as if strings are manipulating me like a puppet. “You promise?” my voice is hoarse, and I barely choke the words out. “Forever,” he whispers, sincerity sparkling in his turquoise eyes. His breath touches my face, lips feverish, a passionate fire.
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Aasha Bianchini
Avid reader, writer, and lover of all things classical.
When I'm not navigating the rigors of high school, you'll find me tapping away at my keyboard creating characters for my first novel, whilst listening to Tchaikovsky or Shostakovich.
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