“Are you still sad?” She asks me. Her voice shaking and her eyes stained.
Our whole life flashes before my eyes. The time we spent at my parents house on Christmas Day. The endless nights we painted each other’s skin with feelings we had no words for. Waking up to her messy hair and little yawns. Sweet kisses and warm hugs.
“Yes,” I whispered back. “I’m sad every day and every night. I miss the feeling of your arms around my body. I miss waking up in the morning to your beautiful smiling face. I miss kissing your soft lips and wrapping my arms around your waist as you’re cooking dinner. But most of all, I miss you.”
❞ —The ghost of my lover(x-buffyxspike-x)
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