I grip him. "Don’t leave me."
He kisses my lips, "Never again. This isn’t me leaving you. This is me choosing you." He throws my words back at me.
He kisses me once more and then pushes off. He leaves and doesn’t look back. I fight the urge to run after him.

Autor: Tara Brown

I grip him. "Don’t leave me."<br />He kisses my lips, "Never again. This isn’t me leaving you. This is me choosing you." He throws my words back at me.<br />He kisses me once more and then pushes off. He leaves and doesn’t look back. I fight the urge to run after him. - Tara Brown




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