Blue as the Summer Sky.

I intertwine my finger with her’s. Her hands are so chilly, I feel the heat crawling and entering from my body into her’s. She’s wearing an expression of deep calm. Probably because she knows that either death would release her from the pain she’s endured for so long or she’ll recover and live a life better than the one she’s lived up till now. Either ways it’d be relief, escaping or surviving. Continue reading

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