Cliché

“Sounds like a cliché,” I weakly replied, and clutched his hand tight, gripping it like a lifeline.

— Doesn’t it matter to you? he asked quietly, in a trembling voice, and leaning over me, he enclosed my face in his hands, searching my gaze with fear.

— I don’t care— I exhaled almost into his lips. — Just as long as you’re somewhere nearby… and somehow forever…