Annabelle knew that if her sister would of called her on time as soon as she saw our bulldog with A piece of my shoe fabric in his mouth and that she should of gone and check it out or at least called me as soon as she suspected something was wrong, but no she did nothing about it and it's all her fault, how am I supposed to continue on with our dreams is my companion is not there with me along the way she thought to herself.
Anabelle got up and went to her backyard where the headstone was a slab of cold reality and she hated it, even if she knew that the name carved on it would be something she knew in love more than anything else she ever had. The awkwardly turf mound of the grave in her backyard was an insult. How was it possible? She wispered to know one in particular. Her most prized and cherished KDS shoes was vibrant with its glowingly present just 20minutes ago.
It was not in a box, under the sod instead its underground and torn waiting to be covered up with dirt by her and her only. She fell to her knees , heaving subconsciously, she began tearing at the ground with stumps fingernails. She didn't know what else to do.At least the dirt was dead. Tears and spit softened the soil.
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The Inconvenient Shattered Dreams
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