Author Notes!

"Hey, it's okay." I whisper, shivering in the rain.

I pull him in my arms, and he doesn't struggle. His arms close tightly around my waist as he cries, his head on my chest.

"It's okay." I whisper again, soothing his back with one hand.
He looks up and his hands cup my face.

"No it's not." He breaths, so many emotions mixed in his eyes and his tone.

• A Hobi sad short story •
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#2 place, Zephyros Awards

Ten days to prove her love, ten days to say goodbye.

𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

It's real sad...I'm sorry...