Okay, so these are a bunch of sad short stories.
Tell me a story.
not to happy,
and not to sad.
With romance and adventure.
Laughs and songs.
And most of all,
hold me while you read.
Because the thing that makes me sleepy,
is the comfort of having you there.
Eric looked down at the tattered pink card, tears welling in his eyes.
*splash*
She wrapped her arms around his back, saying nothing, just being there.
"Sh..he's gone.." he whispered, muffled through a thousand tears.
"I know, It's okay to cry" she said softly kissing his shoulder.
"I know that Wendy" he said bitterly.
"I know"