Earthquake

Frank

Why does she mean everything to me?

Emerson Hunter.

She's the most beautiful girl in the world. She's a fallen angel. She's my fallen angel. She's my sun. She's my air. She's my everything. I need her.

When we're apart she's all I think about. All I long for.

Emerson is the only one that I've ever loved. We have been together forever and I know we always will. I can't imagine my life without her. She's my best friend and my worst enemy. She's the poison I thrive on, my addiction. Above all, she's my soul mate.

I watched Emerson turn over in her restless sleep. Her face tense; her palms sweaty. I longed to calm her, to make her smile, to make her laugh.

I haven't heard her laugh in years. I still know what it sounds like. It's gentle and tinkling, like the chiming of the bells at the local church where we grew up.

I wrapped my arms around her quivering body. I wanted to soothe her. I needed to soothe her.

"I love you Emerson," I whispered before drifting off to sleep.

The more you squeeze the more it slips away.
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