Her name was Lucinda.
She had only become 18 years old.
Everyone called her Luz.
Her hair was as red as flames.
Her eyes were never opened again.
Everyone had loved her.
Everyone mourned over her death.
She died during an emergency c-section.
She had never held her child in her arms.His name was Blake.
He was older than Luz.
Luz had called him Blakey.
His hair was dark.
His eyes were full of sadness.
Nobody was scared of him anymore.
Everyone pitied him.
His world was destroyed.
He had lost the love of his life.
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Luz
Short StoryShe was 16 years old. Everyone called her Luz. English Translation of the German Original. © copyright by writingisbleeding (and also booksareblood)