"Kiss me back." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"The army says no." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"Give me your hand." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"Let me wed." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"Hold my hand." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"Wait for me." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"I love you." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"Don't cry." He said.
"Stay with me." She said.
"The army says no." He said.
"Come back to me." She said.
"I love you." He said.
"Come back to me." She said.
"The army says no." He said.
About the Creator
Desirae Anaya
What gives the soul direction? What makes the eyes grow wider and the breath escape the lungs? Stories. Stories and storytellers. I see the story that is buried deep within the crevices of stone. It is my duty to expose that story.
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