Listen!
Can you hear it, My hearts beating. There's bombs falling everywhere, I'm on the verge of tears, Gunmen are near us, My breath is coming out in hard gasp's. I think I hear drums. Your Brownish-black hair is covered in sweat, and you too are breathing hard, I could have sworn they were closing in on us... You held my hand, you Didn't seem to see me surprised and yet it felt natural that you did that... You didn't notice, You pressed my hand harder.. You said your voice soft and tired "They are coming"
"I...I can't believe it." I half-whispered
He turned around, Gawd, Why did I tremble so much? He looked at me and smiled.
Stupid.
I wanted to scream at myself, "Neither can I" You said.
I heard the unmistakable sound of someone getting their guns Ready. You leaned in... And I was in heaven
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