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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Dark · #1785833
about a girl...

early morning, and the sun has not yet come.
i wait by the door, looking for some sign of humanity to show it self on this day.
i hear no sounds, no movement.
i see the blue fog roll in, and for some reason this day i do not question it.
i turn to face the inside of this shell i call a home.
so bare, so peacful.

i walk slowly, down the long dark hallway.
there seems to be only one room.
a large door, the color of crimson.

i turn the handle slowly, feeling so unsure about what i am about to see.
nothing is familure anymore.

i feel the cold breeze emerge from the room.
it runs along my spine as if one thousand tiny spiders making there way to my heart.

my eyes catch a beautiful sight.
her body, so still, so beautiful.

her skin so untouched.
i see her wounds so fresh.
her face so peacful, and elegant.

as i knelt beside her, i pushed her hair back from her face.
i felt  feeling as like none before this.
as i lay beside her, holding her wounded soul in my arms, i realized...

she was me...
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