I have to be.” Davan turned back toward the window, crossing one arm over his stomach. His finger pressed against the window, chasing a stray raindrop down the glass. “There’s this moment when I first wake, a moment where I forget that you left me, that you didn’t want me. And for just a second, everything is perfect and I reach for you, but you’re not there. And then I remember, and I can’t breathe.”
— Sep 14, 2011 04:22PM
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