You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.
~Amie Kaufman~
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It was raining that morning, a heavy torrential downpour that seemed almost ominous. I wore a pair of jeans, brown ankle boots, and a cashmere coat. It was the best traveling outfit, in my opinion.
"I'll see you outside in five minutes, " Bruno murmured, kissing my forehead, placing his nose on mine for a second or so before walking out, leaving me with a thousand thoughts, most of which scared me to death. His black ensemble resembled a funeral attire or the angel of death.
I stood in the middle of our bedroom; my eyes fixed on the perfectly made bed, our gold silk beddings calling me, enticing me back to bed; I wanted to lie back and ignore that I wanted a divorce, or that my son, even on pa
