Cuts Like An Angel
COMING SOON!
He never called the helplines. The one time he did, it was to
say goodbye ... to anybody, before leaving the world. Rosie
… that was her name. She’d given it when she wasn’t
supposed to. She said things that made him burn to live.
And he would. He’d find a way to hide his darkness so that
he could dance with her, just a single dance, in the liquid
sunshine of her laugh.
And maybe … maybe he’d taste her. But only once.
And maybe … maybe he’d taste her. But only once.
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