Too good to be real. Too good to be true. I literally was dreaming. I groan, laying back in the heat. How could that be possible? The words I repeat in my mind...
It's a dream, it'll never happen.
It hurts so bad that I just let the tears out or it'll hurt more. I cried myself to sleep, but wake up again later in the night. The tears came again. All I think about is us. Not only us, what can be more of us. I want to marry him. Be with him forever. Be with him more than ever.
No.
He love being with me.
But, not forever.
To think of that, it just makes me cry more.
I'm delusional if I see myself in a wedding with him. I'm delusional if I hear him saying 'I do'. I'm delusional if I 'know' he'll be with me forever.
And this half of me is saying that's bogus all the way.
Everything what I see is so impossible.
Unless I want to be in heaven with him.
Everything is impossible now that he's dead.
"BLOOD IS NOT MAKEUP" I'll start publishing whenever I want, I can NEVER, NEVER stick to a schedule. I learn that every day.
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FantasyCOVER BY @krazybluewolf 💛💛💛 Nowadays, where Elijah lives is semi-different from Earth. There's few children on his planet and who is he to pop the population up with the help of a true human being? A betrayer. And to just find the secret in his...
