Whitefish River Spring Fever

could you tell me at least one thing?

whispered softly, as if she might vanish. as if she was nothing more than the mere spores he had inhaled, that had left him with a taste he could not pin.

if you want me here. you don't have to...do anything with me, just...if you want me around still. while all of this is —

he sighed. uncertain of what more to say.