something that she
could do to prevent this.
In an attempt to block
out the painful
thoughts, Sam buried
his head into her
shoulder. Images,
painful images and
memories etched
themselves into his
consciousness. Sam
was quite sure that he
wouldn't be able to
push these thoughts to
the back of his mind
quite as easily as he
had been managing to
do. There had been,
yelling, adrenaline
pumping through his
veins. A vague
sensation of the feeling
you have when running
for a long distance, and
a weight pressing him
down as he ran. The
yells had turned into
screams. Gunshots,
explosions. A jarring
sensation of being flung
into the air. Finally, pain.
Searing, white hot,
indescribable pain, the
kind that is impossible
to understand even if
you yourself had
experienced it.
It is said that the brain
tones down memeories
of pain, and of all of the
bad events that we
have had the
misfortune to
experience. Perhaps it is
for the best.
The two stayed like
that for a long while,
locked in each other's
arms. Neither of them
spoke, and neither of
them wanted to move
from their current
position. It was much
more preferable to stay
together and see each
other. Together was
comforting. Together
was safe. Whilst
together, it was
infinitely easier to let go
of troubles and worries,
to feel calm. A problem
shared is a problem
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Shadow Of A Memory
Short StoryIt's a story about two persons who are going through the days spent in their native house. while they discover so much about the days spent here. vision so clear that they can see the actions going in front of them. well read as I update it and let...
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