He wanted me to stay but I was afraid that if I did I would fade away like desert dust in the wind.
He reached out for my hand and I hesitated. I was slowly slipping away into the dark pit filled with echoes and sadness, once I was in, it be impossible to retrieve me.
He begged me to take his aching hand but I just couldn't.
"Take me hand," he pleaded. "Please."
I shook my head. "No, I'm fading away."
He dropped his hand in disappointment because he knew that I was right. I was fading, not dying but fading. In a few minutes I would be nothing-- I would be dissolving into mist-- all the pain, bruises and depression would be released into the atmosphere, soaring like eagles under the dull sun.
I had tried to hold on for so long
But I just couldn't... Not anymore
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Silver Tears
Teen FictionA Reject A Rebel An Angel Innocent & Bullied Lily Cresten lives in a world where she is nothing but a depressed teenager. All the positivity and hope has been drained out of her. Just when she thinks that her life is over, hope reaches for her hand...
