Lost Creek Hollow once i took your medication to know what it's like

"i am not sure. i want to think there is something after this." something with you. "a place where we are whole again." a place where i met you first and loved you first. her heart was hurting so much it felt as though her chest might crack, expand; "i must rest, querida. stay with me." silvertongue knew by now that she did not need to ask. it was freely given.