We laid in that bed, quiet, tired. I looked out the window. The storm was coming in. Travis started stroking my cheek. He leaned in. “I want you to wake up.”
“I don’t want to.”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “You don’t belong here.”
“I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.” He wiped his thumb under my eyes. Tears. My tears. “Please,” he murmured, his arms tightening around me. “Wake up.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Laurel Black is a writer who enjoys eating, sleeping, and dreaming of nothing in particular. She finds inspirations in various video games and movies, as well as other books. You can learn more about her on her blog, https://thetragedyoflaurelblack.wordpress.com.