28 June 2009 – (2)

I sit patiently at the other end of the room, quietly,  knowing that watching will kill me, yet I can’t look away from her hand that runs through his hair, can’t look away from her lips that touches his so lightly; wishing I could transform into him – forever and ever.

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Posted on June 30, 2009, in 50 Word Stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a Comment.

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