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She took a last, gasping breath, her eyelids fluttering, trying, trying to stay open.
And my arms were around her, holding her, cradling her to my chest, my fingers brushing lightly across her forehead, feeling the soft wisps of her hair.
It was impossible to choke back my sobs as she exhaled her last, tiny breath, my lips pressed to her forehead.
I could do nothing but watch as the life slipped out of her, leaving her body limp in my arms.
She was too young to die.
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Gone Too Soon
Short StoryI watched as the life slipped out of her, as she was taken away from me. There was nothing I could do. And now, as I sit here, her in my arms, I can't help but think that it could have ended differently. *** This story is a bit of a change from my...
