The boy opened his eyes.
The two pair of brown an blue eyes looked at each other.
From the boy's eyes escaped a tear.
The knife was removed from her throat.
The boy felt on the ground with his knees.
'I can't do this anymore.'
He sounded weak.
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The Boy ✔ - Short Story
Historia CortaA tear. No smile. A fantasy where everything seems possible. -+-+- Hi! This is my first time writing an English (short) story. Just comment if there are any mistakes (I'll be thankful!). I hope you enjoy it! -+-+- !!!NOTE: some parts could be a l...
