It was her, she didn’t have fear in her eyes like I guessed this person would. She is always beautiful but in this moment she was godlike. Her eyes sparkled, her hair shined, her face was pure, and her body was peaceful. She is a blessing, she is clean, she is hope. I wanted to grab her and take her away from all this but my body wouldn’t move, no matter how much I wanted to feel her touch my body stood still.
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Lealynn
Mystery / ThrillerA man has no control of his body in this hell, the only hope he has is her name. (A very short story, and the first story I wrote in awhile but meh why not post it)
