❝Are your hands feeling heavy? Cause I can hold them for you.❞
❝Is your head feeling heavy? Cause I can chop it off for you.❞
The story of a boy who tries to win a girl's heart with cheesy pick up lin...
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❝promises were meant to be broken❞
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"I'm so sorry."
Chloe's blood froze.
"Miss? Miss? Are you okay?"
Her head spun. No. She's not dead. She can't be.
"My mom's not dead!" She screamed as she stepped back from the door. "You're lying!" Her voice cracked. "She can't be!"
Chloe gripped onto the wall, her body shaking. "She's not. She's not." Hot tears spilled onto her cheeks. "My mom's not dead!"
"Chloe? Chloe?"
She crumpled into a heap on the cold floor. "She's not!"
"Chloe!" Elliot rushed into the room and crouched down next to her. He turned towards the police officer, who was grimly standing on the front porch. "What's going on?"
Chloe broke into a sob. "Mom... she..." Elliot's face turned white as his body froze. "What?"
Chloe gasped as she choked on her tears. "She's not dead. She's not!"
Elliot swallowed. "Chloe, go."
"I-"
"Chloe."
Chloe nodded slowly as she walked off, wiping her tears on the edge of her sleeve. She watched his lips move as he talked in hushed voices with the police officer. Her brother eventually nodded solemnly as he tried to keep his emotions in check. With a sigh, he closed the door.
"Elliot," Chloe whispered softly. "Mom's not gone, right?"
Elliot bent his head down as his body trembled. Chloe could hear her brother's almost silent sobs.
"Mom's not dead." Chloe whispered again. "Right?"
Elliot looked up again, redness coating his eyes. "Chloe, go to your room for a minute."
