by MillietheWarrior » 07/12/2012 12:18 AM
How could she be dead? She had been alive, nor more than a month ago. Standing on the corner, playing her violin for him and promising to meet him again soon. She’d promised. How could she just go off and leave like that and break her promise? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. How did she die? She’d been perfectly healthy, hadn’t she?
An image flashed thorough his mind, of a smiling Noel as she stood under the glow of the street lamps. Her skin was no longer just pale, but too pale and beneath her eyes there were dark rimmed circles that said she hadn‘t been getting enough sleep, or perhaps none at all. And her wrists hadn’t been delicate, they had been thin; her body hadn’t been small, it had been weak. The clothes that had flowed so freely around her were too loose, hung too far from her skinny frame, and her cheeks hadn’t been flushed with happiness, but with fever. She had stayed long because she couldn’t breathe, and that skip in her step was more of a wobble to keep herself from falling over.
I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!
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