Happy Friday, lovely peeps. Such an intriguing picture today. enjoy my take on it, I hope :-)
I heard the flutter of wings but dismissed them as figment of my imagination. Or rather a side effect of the hangover from fucking hell. Surely, I’d drunk enough to not have to wake up to the misery that was my life without...
I couldn’t bring myself to say her name, not even in my head. It hurt too fucking much. The knowledge that I would never see her again, sat on my chest like a heavy weight, and now I was hearing things.
“It’s alright, my love. I’m here. Open your eyes.”
My sweet angel had come for me.
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Till next week, folks.