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"Zach" I said with my silent voice as I put my head on his shoulder.
"What's wrong Iv"

"I don't think I'll make it through next week"

"Baby I know you will, trust me you will" he jumped off the couch and hit the desk with his fist "Damnit you will, don't say that again".

He was desperate. But I felt something on my heart. Something that was killing me inside.

I decided to sing a song. Probably the last song I wrote. And sang.

I set my camera and tuned my guitar. I didn't do intro. I was just playing my guitar. After some time Zach came into my room.

He sang with me. He was mad so he let out his voice like he never did.

I loved him. I wanted to sing with him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

Getting it done// Zach Herron BOOK2Место, где живут истории. Откройте их для себя