Story
StoryThe only reason I wake is because I no longer feel Oleg’s solid form beside me. I snuggle into the soft sheets, relishing the smell of him that still lingers. After another moment, I crack my eyes and look at the bedside clock. Eleven in the morning. That’s pretty normal for me the morning after a gig. I sit up and rub my eyes, looking around.
Oleg doesn’t seem to be in the room.
Maybe he went for bagels again.
I swing my legs out of the bed and almost trip over a duffel bag beside it. On top of the navy canvas bag is Oleg’s iPad. I smile. He left me a note.
I grab the iPad and wake it up.
Story,
Story,You are my reason for living, so of course, it is easy to make this choice.
You are my reason for living, so of course, it is easy to make this choice.A cold chill sweeps
