PrologueA Chapter by Beverly JaneI stared at him blankly in shock. “I’m not leaving,” I
choked. “You know you have to,” he whispered gently touching my cheek. I moved closer to him, feeling the radiance of
his scent encase me in. He smelt of cologne and mint. The sky was beginning to
grow dark, covering the sun and leaving the rain of ink falling. “Without you
writing it, this will no longer exist,” his voice displayed several emotions.
He kissed me, letting me have one more touch of him. My last touch of him. © 2013 Beverly Jane |
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Beverly JaneAboutHello, wow! It's been a while since I have been on this site, it's almost like looking at a time capsule. It's been a while since I've had the same passion that I had back in high school for writing. .. more..Writing
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