Everytime i look at your face, i see the reflection of my tears in your eyes. The warmth of your skin wrapped around my hand. My face seems to be feeling cold, but yet my cheeks are red with love for you. Butterflies are flutterng in the pit of my stomach, i feel over easy and, nervous. Your back faced to the mirror, i can't imagine how it would be if i was not held by your arms right now. You cant leave me, i wont beable to live.
His beautiful green eyes stare at my tears. His face becomes closer to mine, and his dry, soft lips touch my cheek once more. The strike oh his jeans rub agaisnt the bottem of my dress, as he turns away and starts to walk in sorrow. The muscels of my legs start to shake. Do i have enought strenght to keep myself up? my arms become to feel light, the dizyness of my head starts to effect my posture, one quick senconde! I drop to the cold cement floor. My knees are piled apon each other, the stem of my Miuccia Prada shoes snap, and the clutter of my body bunching up in the corner echoes through-out.
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