Breathe Deep

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The scent of blood wafted to my nose, holding a bold odor of death. I shivered at the cold caused by the

newly changed seasons.Fall,with its brightly colored leafs had gone, replaced by the falling of snow, leaving the world in a blanket of bitter white coldness. My breath showed thickly in the air, a cloud.

My eyes darted down to the source of the scent,a girl lay in the snow blood surrounding her leaving the snow stained with scarlet. I held a gun in my hand but I was sure I didn't commit the crime. Her brown long hair was sprawled out around her centering her face with her two piercing green eyes staring up at nothing. I kneeled down to her touching her cheek, her face was warm.

"der duft des todes auf luft und blut ,mit ihm zu folgen" I whisper in German.

The next thing shocked me, she took a breath of air ,inhaling deeply.

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