short story

these are the 2 imaginary people I made up

Buck leaned in and touched his forehead to Rose’s. He was only a blurred shape now, but she knew he was still there. He spoke, his voice peaceful. Healthy. Whole.

"I found you." 

A trembling, tender laugh escaped her. He smiled.

"You found me."

Then she opened her eyes. Damn it hurts… she thought

I pretended and lied that I didn't like him, because we were so different from each other. but that's what was killing me inside. I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful blue eyes and think about him at night. I thought maybe lying here thinking about him and just pretending that everything was alright... would help all these secrets inside.....