Her Name was Meverlin

Her Name was Meverlin

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I walk through the cold rain shivering until my red lips where blue. a strong wind blow against my pale skin making me regret my decisions of not wearing a jacket but i knew it didn’t matter; i am doing the right thing. A warm substance ran down my cheek, I reached my hand up to my cheek touching the warm water. i was crying. I continued to walk trying to get as far away as possible, i h-have to go, i need to let him go. I kept repeating those harsh words in my head making it sound like the rain hitting the stony side walk..... Read more if you want to find out more! ~Nyasia
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"Please wake up." I said as I held his hand. I looked for any sign of response; a movement beneath an eyelid, a twitch of a finger. Nothing. He was just... blank. I felt the tears come. I played with his hand in mine; traced invisible messages in his palm with my finger, hoping just maybe he'd magically be able to get them. Tears started falling down my cheeks. I held his hand gently against my lips. Tears dropped on his fingers until they were as wet as my eyes. I rested my head on his limp hand. "I told you I needed you to stay."

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