I hear her soft, sweet voice against my ear and feel her trembling in my arms.
“Don’t leave,” she whispers.
I feel the tears when they come and I bury my face in her hair. “Don’t let me leave without you.

Auteur: Georgia Cates

I hear her soft, sweet voice against my ear and feel her trembling in my arms.<br />“Don’t leave,” she whispers. <br />I feel the tears when they come and I bury my face in her hair. “Don’t let me leave without you. - Georgia Cates




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