An outline in the distance...
Is that really?
Is it?
Could it be?
Emma.
I run up the hill, with my heart in my throat and run to the outline.
I see a flicker of blonde hair blowing around in the sunlight and that's the only thing which I want to see.
Emma.
I drop to the ground in exhaustion and relief next to her as I cradle her body in my arms. Her long gorgeous blonde hair is swept along her arms, messy and tangled, distraught from everything.
I wrap my arms around her limp body. She's so cold. She's almost lifeless.
I can't hear anything.
Not even one of her shallow breaths.
My heart swells up in my chest, blocking of my throat as I start to drown in my own tears.
I'm too late.
That's it.
Just because I didn't pay any attention to her, I didn't help her.
And now she's gone.
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