She was all dead weight now, it made him so very sad, for she weighed barely anything. Even with all the dead weight. As he lifted her torso up into a sitting position, her head tilted back and her long blonde hair drug on the dusty ground. Her hair fell with so much grace. He put his hand under her delicate head and put it at an angle so he could see her face. He yearned to see her beautiful blue eyes that lit up every time they had made contact with each other. He pet her soft, wavy hair. The hair he had loved the smell of right after a wash. He put his forehead to hers and let out the sobs he had been holding in.
He pleaded to her lifeless body.
Please come back to me...
Even though he knew that she was not going to ever return, even if he pleaded with all his being.
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Her
Short StoryWhere could she be? He asks himself. The negative clouds his mind. Warning!!! May be a trigger for some!!!
