We dig for hours in the moist soil, rain pushing our backs into the hole we've dug for her.
As we finish, I realize that all the rain pouring down over our living, breathing bodies covered my tears like a mask. My face felt like on ocean had washed over it, and my nose ran like a river.
Ethan pulls up the truck, stepping out with her limp figure in his arms, like a bride. She looks absolutely beautiful, just like the first time I met her.
But now, instead of asking her to dance, I'll be asking her to stay with me, one last time.
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RandomJust little snippets of a writable story I don't feel like writing. Enjoy! { image credit to @trilagy on instagram }
