WHEN MORNING COMES: SHORT STORY


The distinct sweet scent of her love still lingered upon his flesh as she peeled herself away.
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Morning had already broken through the night and a sunray danced across her stomach as she rose from the bed.
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There was no words, they had been her before.

Once he had begged her to remain, but she had already attempted to erase their time from her brain.
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Redressing slowly as she gathered up the pieces of her  discarded outfit he watched her every move.
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Later he would replay them in his head.
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“Stay.” He whispered aware she wouldn’t.
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Sighing deeply she replied expectantly “I can’t, I have to go.”
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Even though, he wanted to rise, hold her in his arms and beg her to stay; he did not move.
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Instead he remain rooted to the spot stuck in the moments before morning when she was his instead…
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