The boy digs his nails into his thighs, anxiously picking away the small flecks of blood that stain the once white-washed jeans.
Maeve heaves a shuddering breath, sputtering a cough.
More blood.
Blood on her face.
Blood on his shirt.
"Maeve, I'm sorry."
She smiles weakly.
"It's okay, I'll live."
Eliah shakes his head furiously.
"No, Maeve, I love you. You have to know I love you."
Raising a blood-stained hand, she reaches for the knife, before pressing its handle into his palm.
"Throw it," she whispers.
"But the DNA -"
"It's okay Eli," Maeve interrupts. "It's okay. No-one needs to know."
Eliah watches her, as she closes her eyes.
He sobs, rubbing a thumb over her hand, his own eyes misting with tears, as he leans over her rapidly cooling body, at the edge of Finton Creek.
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Down By The River
Mystery / Thriller... They say Finton Creek hides secrets in its murky waters. Blood washes away, but the taste never leaves. ...
