Soren McKinin fingertips shook as he closed the small, well-used diary. Eyes watering from the last words she'd written and he'd read.
He was alone in his room; a dark, cold room. After his own full recovery physically and mentally, a nurse had arrived at his home and tear stained.
She had given him a small leather book, told him to read it in private.
He hadn't read it until all was quiet in the house, until he could physically and emotionally bring himself to open the page.
Knowing all too well he had judged the girl with gold hair and calm eyes, guilt settled in his heart.
He would give the book to her family the following day at her funeral, he would speak for her in front of those strangers and the tell the world of his new respect and love for the girl.
He had promised to burry her in his own spot when she expressed her concerns about dying alone but he has a better idea.
He would find Reny's grave. He do everything in his power to make sure she was buried next him.
Finally, Soren McKinin promised himself to plant more flowers, not for himself but for her.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
