Should
I write
a story?
here's a bit of
it...
I inhaled
sharply, my breathing getting slower by the second. I
pulled my phone out, and dialed His number. He answered on the
2nd ring. "Hey Hailie, whats up?" A tear slipped down my face.
"Oh nothing..." I said, getting close to sobbing. "Hailie, what's
wrong?" More tears fell, as I managed to choke out, "Brent, I-
I'm...dying."
He laughed nervously over the phone, as he said, "We're
all dying." I gasped for air, as I said,
"No... I'm literally dying." The voice on the other side of
the phone got quiet. "Brent.. I just wanted to tell you something
before I die-" "No, don't think like that I'm
coming over-" Those were the last words before everything went
black.
Watcha
think?
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