Reny lay next to me for many hours last night. He held me and we talked.
It wasn't until I had a panic attack about my life and dying did he kiss me once more and touched my head.
I didn't even touch my head, I hated it. But, there was something so lovely about it all that I sense of peace had flooded over me.
Reny and I slept together. Not sex, we didn't need sex. It was a comforting hold between one another that meant everything was going to be okay.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
