The touch was warm and real on his hand, and he thought he saw tears shining in her eyes—the girl he'd loved longer than he knew. He watched her move away from him, fading.

"Goodbye, Len," she said. "I'll miss you."

"Goodbye," he whispered, when she and the echo of her voice had faded. Then he quickly went over his bed and picked up the photograph. He noticed that his face there in the photo was wet. A tear had fallen on it—Michelle's tear. He spun around to look back at the place where she had disappeared.

"Michelle!" he cried desperately.

But she was gone, and would never come back.

Ever.

— THE END —

©1983/2016 by kemorgan65

CREDIT
*Song "If I die young" by The Band Perry. https://youtu.be/1YyMQgIXmxw

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