“ Stay with me, ” I nearly growl, trying to bite back my desperation, my fear that she’ll slip away.
I never want to stop looking at her from here.
“ Stay. ”
They flutter open-she’s still here, still her. “ I need to hear you, ” she begs in that voice, and I can’t refuse her, not anything, not now, not ever. But the words that come aren’t enough for this. For her. So I speak in a language she doesn’t know.
𝘑𝘦 𝘵'𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘶𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘥'𝘩𝘶𝘪. 𝘊𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘪𝘳. 𝘋𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶