[~This is a short one~]
One year later
Soren was curled up in the corner, sobbing. He missed Lucid. Why oh why did he have to die?! Why did it have to take him? Why was it that everyone he had cared about was taken by something?!
Lucid had died from pneumonia a week ago now and Soren was depressed.
Soren looked at the knife. He picked it up and placed it against his pulse.
He pulled it quickly and firmly against it, biting his lip.
Shakily, he did the same to his other wrist before leaning back against the wall.
"I'm coming Lucid." He whispered.
He didn't hear the frantic calls of the guards.
He didn't feel their hands on him.
He didn't feel the hands on his chest, pressing down on his chest where his heart is.
He didn't feel anything as he let himself go.
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A horrific tale ~book one~
Short StorySoren's story. !NOT MY OC, NOR MY STORY! This story was given to me to upload here by my friend on fandom. Description for this book: Soren was just a child when his family were killed. And as he tried to make his way in the End, he meets many peopl...
