The air snapped.
The ice cracked.
Red traced the ice in patterns.
The world fell.
It ended.
For the girl, it all crashed.
She could only stare at her best friend's mangled body that was twisted in unnatural angles, splayed across the ice. The once warm, lively brown eyes were now cold and lifeless, staring back at her as small white snowflakes danced around in the wind floating down and dotting the red with white.
©eliwastaken and Zutaradiangelo (wattpad 2020/21)
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The Art of Falling
RomanceShe was falling. Her facade was falling. Her walls were falling. Her whole world- All of it was falling ------------------------------- This story can be found on Tumblr (I suggest reading it there) https://eliwastaken.tumblr.com/ :D
