It's all about himA Story by JenaAs I was sitting in the courtyard, I heard his voice. I looked around, but I was all alone. Then he said my name again. I looked up, and there he was. He was sitting on the tree, and didn't care about the world.
- Join me - he said. He offered his hand. - Don't worry so much, sweetheart. I wanted to reach for his hand. I wanted to say something, I wanted to say that I loved him. I couldn't speak. I started to climb up, but he was far away. Suddenly, I fell off. Then I woke up. He was nowhere. I realized, he's gone. It's been two months since he died. © 2011 Jena |
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