The wind blowing her light brown hairs from her shoulders. This emerald gaze staring straight through my soul. Those little cristal drops just waiting for another stupid word from me to run down her pink cheeks. I wonder if she still lives in that big house near the beach. I wonder if she is even alive. Now that I think of it, what has she ever done to me? I used to hate her so much as a child. Was I just bored? I will apologize properly when I find her. Find her! What am I thinking? She certainly doesn't want to see me. Why can't I just let her go and admit I messed up. Just forget about all of this and live a better life. She deserves peace after all I did to her. I don't have the right to try to be her friend. Peace. Just leave her in peace. She absolutely does deserve it.
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Cold. Everything is cold. Is this what death really feels like? It isn't that scary in the end. One day you run across a road in the dark or you go for a swim in the lake and then.. Everything goes black.
I remember I was walking on this deserted road that's surrounded with trees and sometimes empty fields. I was simply walking on this infinite path when everything seemed to light up. I could finally see in front of me but two seconds later, a big noise was heard and then, all was black again.
It was not the same darkness as before though. Everything was colder than the second before but after a certain amount of time I felt heat enveloping my limp body. It was so peaceful. This warmth that I already felt as a small baby, falling asleep in my mother's arms. I am sorry mother. I know you just wanted the best for me.
I started to see myself as a child. My friends. My family. Everyone who once has been a part of me, good or bad. I closed my eyes as the warmth that was covering me slowly faded away to leave the place to nothingness.
A light appeared in front of me. As if I was in a tunnel and that the end of it was finally near. I stood up and started to run toward the thing that seemed to be my only way of escaping. The more I came close the more I recognised the silhouette of a little girl. She was finally by my side. I had reached her. The little brown haired girl. My Amylee.
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Romance!Cette histoire est en anglais! Amylee Roy was the best person on earth. She was kind and she was the most pretty girl in the school. She never asked for anything else then to be accepted but I was a stupid kid back then. I prefered to bully her and...
