Bravado
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Description
He smokes some more and I know how much he's aching for that trail of white. He's always aching and he's too strong to admit. He's trying so hard and it kills me. He's always tried for me.
He's crying now. Brave front forgotten, my boy is crying into his hands. He's pathetic, scrunched into the snow, all battered and disappearing but I love him more.
"Please don't leave me."
Foreword
I was inspired to write this story through tiny events that have occured and are occuring in my life. They're tiny but they mean the world to me.
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