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Come Away with Me by Kristen Proby
Come Away with Me by Kristen Proby










Come Away with Me by Kristen Proby

“I went there this morning to apologize, but you weren’t home, so I was waiting for you there. “Yeah, your parents called her and she found me at your place.” “I’m sorry too.” He brushes his fingers through my hair and I kiss his jaw. For everything.” He kisses my forehead again. “Hush, baby, I’m okay.” I adjust myself so he can wrap his right arm around my shoulders and I run my fingers through his hair. “Oh, God, Luke.” The tears start again, but they’re tears of relief. I lift my head and find his beautiful blue eyes gazing down at me. I stay very still so as not to move him and jostle him. I continue to croon to him, laying my head on his shoulder and resting my hand over his heart. I rest my head on his shoulder and run my fingers through his hair and down his face. I gingerly wriggle up next to his right side and kiss his stubbly cheek. Stick to his right side, and you’ll be fine, but be gentle.”

Come Away with Me by Kristen Proby

“His left wrist is sprained, and a couple ribs also on the left side are bruised. “Can I snuggle next to him?” I look at the doctor, pleading with my eyes. “We gave him the medicine about six hours ago now, so he should wake up soon.” “How long will he sleep?” I ask the doctor. The nurse and doctor both bustle in and out, reading machines and taking notes. Jules comes, bringing me a coffee and to also sit with me for a while. His parents and siblings come in to hug me, and they take turns sitting vigil with me.

Come Away with Me by Kristen Proby

I sit at Luke’s side all morning as people come and go. He’s okay, just beat up, but they have him sedated.” “Luke was in an accident after he left our place last night. “What the hell is going on?” I can tell she’s in a panic and I start talking, low and fast. “Hello,” I whisper, so I don’t wake Luke. It’s not right.Īnd I know that everyone says it’s not, but I can’t help but feel that it’s my fault that he’s here. I hate seeing Luke like this, broken and vulnerable in this sterile bed. “Oh, honey.” I lean up and run my fingers through his soft blonde hair. She winks at me and leaves the room, and Luke and I are alone.












Come Away with Me by Kristen Proby