A cold Angeles night, yet again. She puffs, and white steam is blown into the crisp winter air. "It's time to go." He whispers, and she nods stiffly. "Just let me says goodbye." She says, her delicate voice as light as the snowflakes falling from the sky. She leans down over the cold stone, the rock instantly making her regret touching it. She runs her small hand across it, a small tear dripping down her cheek, instantly freezing. "Goodbye." She whispers, turning back to him. "Let's go. Before we get caught for sneaking out." He nods, slipping his large hand into her smaller one. They turn and walk down the cracked sidewalk, together.
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It started as a low hum, and as it neared closer, turning into a blazing sound. She stops, and let's go if his hand as he shoves her to the ground, trying to use her as a distraction as he climbed over the fence. As she falls she hits her head on the sidewalk, and her world goes blank.
