“What if I die?” he asked. His face was drowned in pain, sorrow and an indescribable sadness. Seeing him like that made me want to die, or just being buried alive. There were just the two of us, talking about the worst subject ever in the dark surroundings. There weren’t any light beside the stars’. It was a perfect night to die.
“No, I can’t even imagine it. You can’t possibly die.” I whispered. My tears were running down through my pale cheeks. I was trying so hard to be tough, but my effort is useless. I was standing still, not moving even an inch. Because if I moved, I was afraid that I may burst into more and more tears.
“But what if I really do?” he whispered. A drop of gleaming tear ran down through his cheek. I had never seen him crying, even in his darkest times. His cry makes me sick, in a very painful way. I can’t take that anymore, it’s killing me. I wanted to embrace his face with my fingers, but I just stood there, not moving at all, as If I was made of stone.
“You don’t want to die, do you?” I asked, though I’m completely sure about the answer.
"But what if I really do?" he whispered. A drop of gleaming tear ran down through his cheek. I had never seen him crying, even in his darkest times. His cry makes me sick, in a very painful way. I can't take that anymore, it's killing me. I wanted to embrace his face with my fingers, but I just stood there, not moving at all, as If I was made of stone.
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"But what if I really do?" he whispered. A gleaming tear drop ran down his cheek. I had never seen him crying, even in his darkest times. His cry makes me sick, in a very painful way. I can't take it anymore, it's killing me. I wanted to embrace his face with my fingers, but I just stood there, not moving at all, as If I was made of stone.
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As for the rest. like I said I would love to read it :)
And thanks for taking my review into consideration :)
"But what if I really do?" he whispered. A drop of gleaming tear ran down through his cheek. I had never seen him crying, even in his darkest times. His cry makes me sick, in a very painful way. I can't take that anymore, it's killing me. I wanted to embrace his face with my fingers, but I just stood there, not moving at all, as If I was made of stone.
just parts didn't seem to flow
"But what if I really do?" he whispered. A gleaming tear drop ran down his cheek. I had never seen him crying, even in his darkest times. His cry makes me sick, in a very painful way. I can't take it anymore, it's killing me. I wanted to embrace his face with my fingers, but I just stood there, not moving at all, as If I was made of stone.
:)
As for the rest. like I said I would love to read it :)
And thanks for taking my review into consideration :)