Sweetest Coma Again

“By early evening, the sun had started to set, and glorious swirls of orange and pink painted the sky in that extra special way that happened at the end of summer. A melancholic reminder that another summer was soon passing by, and the bittersweet transition of seasons awaited us.”
― Annella Savo, Born to Make You Smile

“Go home, Jack. Don’t die alone. I know you have a family somewhere who misses you.” His brow furrows. “Why do you say that?” I toss the barely salvageable photos into the box and step in front of him, feathering the back of my hands along his cheeks and tracing the fine lines with my thumbs. “The eyes don’t lie.” He slides his hand from my bicep to my hand on his face. “What do mine say?” “You’re not where you belong. Your eyes have so much longing and deep regret; it’s soul-crushing.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her

“Frankie,” he whispers, out of breath. Keeping me pinned to the car, his hands find my face again. “Frankie … Frankie … Frankie …” He showers my face with kisses and gently rubs his face against mine. It’s affectionate, intimate, and a little heartbreaking because I feel him clinging to this moment as much as I am. My hands cover his when his forehead comes to rest against mine. “I’m afraid one day soon you won’t kiss me good night.” He lifts his head, a sad expression stealing his handsome face while he nods gently. “Me too.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her

“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”
― Sigmund Freud