The next day you came to the library, my usual place to eat lunch.
You walked over to me and sat in front of me.
We didn't say anything, but my heart cried as I saw the bruise forming on your lips and under your eyes.
I held your hand under the table, you smiled softly at me.
You gave me lemonade juice and a cookie, life had never been so good but painful at the same time.
The next day, I had gotten you help and you finally seemed to get better.
My heart bloomed, and yours put down its walls and welcomed my love.
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The Art Of Hades
Short Story"Hades was his moon and light, Max was his sun and stars. Only when the sun sets in the East, and rises in the West, will Hades descend into the earth and weep for his King." - Roëlleti Dawson °°° "the moment you looked at me and let your eyes glid...
