A Seesaw
“Any special place for dinner?” Denver asked, getting into the car. “Can we go home, we will order something.” I asked, hugging tight to Denver. “Sure” He said, hugging me back. We had plans together for dinner outside, but the news about Denver’s health made me drop it. Where being aware of the issue he is suffering from can make my brain stop working, then how the brain actually having that tumor would be suffering. I want my world to stop here, in the backseat of a car, in the arms of Denver, hugging him tight. I don’t want to see what will be our future, I just want to die hugging him tight, I want my life to end before his. “Are you ok?” Denver asked, noticing my unfamiliar behaviour. “Yeah, just a little tired.” I said, resting my head on his chest.
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