"I just want my sister back." The young boy muttered under his breath before throwing his coin into the wishing well.
He squished his eyes closed as silent tears began to fall. He sat down and leaned against the stone well as more and more time passed by.
"I should have known it wouldn't work. She lied to me." The boy's lip began to tremble as he stood to leave.
"Charlie." A soft voice called out in a whisper, accompanied by a cold breeze that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
He slowly turned to see a soaking wet girl, no older than fourteen. Water dripped from her red hair and freckles stood out against pale white skin. Her face looked hollow, her eyes sunken and her cheekbones standing out. A smile stretched across her face and she opened her arms wide.
"Charlie, I'm back."
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One Shots
RandomShort things I write when I don't have inspiration for my actual stories. Also includes short things I write with the characters from my stories that don't fit into the story line.
