I sit in the cold gym, soaking wet and wrapped in a towel, my heart pounding with fear and grief. Tears were streaming down my face. I’m so angry at myself. How could I let go of your hand!? Why did I let go! I look at my classmates, crying, shaking, hugging each other, less than half of them made it here….I start to cry more, you promised we’d never be separated, and now, I may never get to marry you like we promised. You have to be alive…I mumble Please come back to me…you have to…
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