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"Please…" he whispered, hugging her tighter against him.
Behind them, the sun sank beneath the horizon, taking all light with it and leaving the pair cloaked in inky shadows.
"Say something" he begged, his voice shaking and stricken with grief.
But she said nothing; made no sound.
A dead woman can not talk.
Behind them, the sun sank beneath the horizon, taking all light with it and leaving the pair cloaked in inky shadows.
"Say something" he begged, his voice shaking and stricken with grief.
But she said nothing; made no sound.
A dead woman can not talk.
53 word short story written last year in my English class.
...I miss that class...
...I miss that class...
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