She ran to him, not caring of the war ravishing around her, not caring of the blood pooling on the ground. Not caring of the innocents wounded on the battlefield, their pleas for help scarring her mind. Not caring of her parents astonished faces as she dashed, twisting and turning, avoiding the soldier's weapons clashing with others. She needed to get to him.
She needed to see if he was alive.
But she was too late.
The sky dimmed, and thunder clapped viciously on the battlefield.
And she saw him, sprawled across the rocks, his body coated with a layer of blood. It emitted a sharp metallic smell, which made her want to wretch even more than the sight of it.
No.
She felt it in her heart, the deep empty void he had once filled, now shattered into a million pieces.
Her knees collapsed, and she fell by his side, angling his face so she could stare into the face of her love.
"Wake up!" She screamed, her voice going raw and dry the more and more she repeated the phrase.
She begged him to move. To at least show her a sign that he would stay.
But his lifeless eyes would not respond.
And as the light of dawn glittered across his body, she realized he wasn't going to come back.
Yet, she wept for her lost lover.
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My Writings
RandomHere are some of my writings I have compiled into one book, purely for entertainment and if you just need something to read. I have been writing these stories since I was 12, as a way to release my creativity and to clear my mind. Enjoy!
