Warm arms encapsulated me from beneath my tucked legs and hunched shoulders as the rain pelted down. I was consciously aware of the shivers that ran down my skin from the cold, as if even the warmth of the chest I was buried in wasn't enough. I couldn't move.
I felt the footsteps carrying me come to a halt, pained and ragged breath coming from above my head. The faint smell of charred clothing enveloped our figures, mixed with the aroma of wet weedy grass.
"I'm so sorry, Lil," came a thick voice, laced with great emotion I could not even comprehend. With those four words the small amount of heat shielding me from the sharp rain was gone as arms extended away from the broad chest.
Deep down I knew that voice. I loved that voice and I was completely and utterly consumed by that voice-- so the painful undertones sent even more trembles along my spine. As I am carefully laid onto the grass, my eyes are only able to peak open ever so slightly, as if a heavy weight impeded every motor skill. The wet grass seemed to grasp onto my back underneath me, gravity and its tugs pulling me further under, further away from the small comfort I had only seconds ago. The corner of my eye was shadowed by a long blonde lock of wet hair, glimpses of red painted throughout it. I've never dyed my red hair so I didn't know whose that was--
Then there was him.
Immediately my lips parted, attempting to form the name of the voice I knew. Despite the darkness, even the faint outline of his features were recognizable to a point that my heart ached with the familiarity. The form moved back a step and an almost inaudible whimper escaped from my lips. "No, please."
For a moment I thought the dark, almost manic eyes would stay due to my plea. It was as if they wanted to, but without a word the blackness consumed the last line of detail as he walked away.
Hopeless, my eyes focused on the world above me as both physical and mental trauma from abandonment set in. I could make out the faint outline of nearly naked branches from a solitary tree above my head but they offered no escape from the ever pelting rain..
My heavy eyelids blinked a few times before permanently sealing, consuming the tree and all of me into the darkness.
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Remember Me
Romance"I've learned in my lifetime that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." When Rose Lillian Hartway's life was turned upside down by an accident, she couldn't remember...
