We fall asleep.
And the next morning, he's gone.
I stare at the ceiling. Noticing all of the rifts and cracks and stains all over again.
I hear the door open, and in comes Quinn. A weight is lifted off of my chest.
I kiss him when he sits down next to me.
I surprised both myself, and him. When I pulled away, he brought me back in for another one.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we fall onto the bed.
Kiss after kiss.
And he breathes 'I love you' in between each one.
And I say it back every time.
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In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
