Reny held my hand as we watched through the park just around the corner of my house. It wasn't a long walk and we both knew he'd be carrying me back.
He had stopped suddenly and looked at our hands before sighing. He looked like he was going to cry.
"I want to hold your hand and walk across every street. I want to hear your voice. I wanted to be able to tell the world everyday, 'we're happy.'"
I had to stand on my tippy toes to kiss him.
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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...
