I made my way into his room, quietly enough hoping I wouldn't disturb him for he might be sleeping. I clutched the slightly teal and purple seashell tightly in my hand as I made my way over to his mini bed side table. I looked over to him..for he had the most innocent look on his face. He didn't deserve what happened to him. I looked down at the seashell in my hand, only to observe that the seashell matched the colors on his face quite perfectly..my poor Luke. Only deserved nothing but the world, if not more. None less. I set the seashell down quietly and started making my way to the door. "Lily." He groaned softly, opening his purple eyelids. "What's the matter, Luke?" I rushed over to his side immediately.
"The seashell." The softness of his voice made me almost too eager to cry. I could barely look at this boy. "What about it?" I crouched down to my knees along side his bed and stared at the injured boy. "It's beautiful." He softly said. "But I don't want it." He flipped over on his side and stared back at me..grimly with his black and blue eyelids. "Why not?" I frowned.
"Because. It's only special if I give you the seashells."
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seashells - l.h
Fanfiction'in which a lonely soul meets another on the same bench by the shore every night at midnight' xx.a
