Always

Chapter Twenty Eight: Misters & Pictures

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   “Do you believe in the afterlife?” I ask, looking up at the clouds, laying on the ground. 

   “It depends.” Brian had his arm around me, my head on his shoulder. 

   “But if there was, would you stay with me?” I played with my hair as we talked. 

   “Of course. I’d always choose to stay with you. Even when we grow old and die.” 

   I smiled at his words. “Will you always watch over me? Even when we are dead?” 

   “Always June. Always.”

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