The Boy In His Bed Is A Girl
Relief floods me, and I reach for her hand, entwining her fingers with mine.
Gently, I brush the tears from her cheek with the back of my fingers.
"Rhy..." she whispers, trembling. "Don't... don't close your eyes. Please."
"I'm fine," I rasp, forcing a shaky breath through my nose despite the pain in my lungs. My fingers squeeze hers lightly. "Don't cry. Don't... you shouldn't cry."
I lift my head just enough to see the sky. It is gray and heavy, dark clouds hiding the sun away. Slowly, it begins to rain. The rainwater is cold and soothing.
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