Prologue.
"She is perfection. The essence she brings is appealing, not too abridged, not too obscure. That one characteristic shine in her eye encourages the sun to rise higher, the day becoming longer".
Her hand lay motionless, her face her same. Cold inhales and warm exhales echo around the empty dim room. Flickers of the emergency light highlight the cramped dresser. A conversation goes on throughout the halls, footsteps becoming louder and louder. A recognizable pair of boots step past the small crack in the door, stepping over to the emotionless body. A sound much the same as a pin dropping to the floor rung in the room. Hand on hand, the visitors head lay on her chest, small breaths, tears soaking the blanket. "You'll be alright honey. You don't need this, niether do i".
I'm not very good at writing these notes things, so yeah. Comment if you know where "She" is. ~Hailey
