He held his breath as the door creaked open. The room was dark, but the light shown in the blinded window just enough to illuminate a silhouette. A girl's silhouette. But not just any girl. He only had to look at the silhouette, even from a distance, to know who this girl was. A beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde haired girl. His girl. And her feet hovered from the ground, as if she had jumped from the earth and was frozen in time. Her toes reached for the ground. Her head was at an angle. Her chin rested on her pale chest. Her skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting. She was so pale. She had fair skin before, but now it was just deathly bleached.
He dropped to the floor. Heart hesitating. Mouth dry. Skin cold. Lips chapped. He didn't know if he even wanted to continue without her. He crawled stiffly across the cold floor to her tiny feet. The memories of her beautiful bare toes flowed into his mind. Her beautifully colored feet, unlike the pale ones in front of his eyes. The sandals that she would run to him in. She had been smiling. Just beaming.
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Short StoryWhere could she be? He asks himself. The negative clouds his mind. Warning!!! May be a trigger for some!!!
