Her favorite place was under the weeping willow in the park. He knows that's where she would go.
He runs there as fast as he can, ignoring the stinging sensation of frost covered grass on his bare feet. He had forgotten shoes in his haste, as well as a coat.
"Hyrin!" he shouts as he nears, "Hyrin, are you here?"
He gets no response. He burst through the trees long branches and let's out a strangled cry.
She was hanging from the branches, a scarf he had given to her when they had first started dating around her neck.
Trembling, he hurries to take her down in case she was still breathing. But as soon as his hands touch her cold, stiff body, he knows the truth.
She's gone.
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A Song For You.
FanfictionExcited to play for her the song he had worked tirelessly on, he waits in his living room for the doorbell to sound, indicating that she had arrived. He was too jumpy to practice while he waited, so he paced around. He waited for hours. -Story ide...
