He sat on the old couch in the loft, watching her run around the room.
He loves her. She was beautiful. The way she walked, talked. The way she could make him do anything and everything.
The way she glowed. The way she was always happy, no matter what was happening.
As she pasted him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of him.
She giggled, he smiled and kissed her gently, wrapping his arms around her.
He brought her close so her head was against his chest with his head on top of hers. He loved her scent.
Each moment his love grew stronger, but each moment came with fear.
He feared about how much longer he would have with her. She may have been filled with life, but she hid the fact that she was getting closer to dying each day.
He knew he had more time than she did. The pain from just thinking of it was horrible.
Losing her would be the death of him, worse than April. April couldn't even compare to her.
April left him with such a mess to clean up. He had to get rid of the addiction, and deal with the disease, problems she caused.
Why it had happened to him he didn't understand. Why a girl like her had to cross his path and mess it up.
He could never find it in himself to hate her though. She had meant so much to him at the time. To find her covered in blood on the bathroom floor with that note taped to the mirror was the most horrifying scene he'd ever walk in on.
April was his past. He couldn't change the past, he could only think of the present.
He laid back on the couch, holding his lover tight in his arms. Nothing was more important to him than her. He rubbed her sides up and down as he placed kisses down her neck.
She turned around, smiling, and kissed him passionately.
He loves her, and she knew it.
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