"Why do you stay," she asked in the dead of night. For the longest while she thought that perhaps he had fallen asleep because he made not a sound. It was only when she made to turn away that he reached out to gently take her hand.
With a voice as steady as a mountain he gently replied, "Because there is no place that I would rather be."
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Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
