"They're going to leave, aren't they?" she choked quietly with a voice that was jagged and rough from screaming, and looked up with half-glazed eyes. "Don't take my sunshine away—no, please, my breath, my—" she gasped for breath, panicking all of a sudden, "—please, my meaning, my life, please, they're all I have left—I can't—I don't want to be alone again—"
drabbles
By wolfinink
basically short stories ranging from 1 sentence to like 500 words, feel free to read if you're bored and look... More