"I don't want to leave," I whisper, my voice cracking on the last word.
Greyson moves closer, pressing a soft kiss to my check. "It'll be alright, Fluffy."
I set my head to his chest. "I don't want to leave," I repeat, my voice a broken whisper, an echo of lives lived and lost.
He tells me, softly, "You were never really here."
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