Her Hero

Her Hero

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Her heart sped with anxiousness. The howling wind, whipping at her face- the tears freezing under her bloodshot eyes. Her legs ached for an end- but she knew she must press on. Stopping to catch her breath every few seconds was all she could manage before she had to start up again. They were chasing her. The echoes of their voices haunting her thoughts- the memories she was forced to forget. It was all her fault and she couldn't go back- not now. It burned through her soul- the warmth of her breathe nipping at her nose then slowly fading away. This December was aimed to be the coldest- and she had no where to run to. Picking up her feet ever so slightly, she pressed on through the dark swaying trees. The moon shown above them- bright and happy as the twinkling stars surrounding it- sending bursts of sparkles to glisten. Each one called to her- but she dare not answer. At last, her legs grew numb with pain and suffering. Her running had died down and her breathing had increased to a point where she thought her heart might explode! The cold air swam around the fogginess of her only warmth. Her nose flared as she watched the air devour her only possession of survival. Clutching her teddy bear tightly to her barely covered chest- she collapsed into the ground- the memories fading with her. The night had won this fight- and the darkness faded around her. Everything grew black.
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I cupped her face in my hands, rubbing my thumbs in circles over her cheeks. She was having trouble finding words to describe what she felt, and I could relate. I loved her more than words could describe and telling her I loved her was almost an insult to my true feelings for her. My heart ached at just the thought of her not being with me. I honestly don't know what I would have done with myself if I had never went to that stupid party and met her. But, I have a feeling, we would have found each other, eventually. This love's too strong to ignore forever. Both of us had pieces of us missing, that neither of us were aware of until we met. We were like two puzzle pieces that finally connected. "I love you," I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. "I love you more," she replied in a small whisper, her hand reaching up to caress my cheek while the other rested on my thigh. I shook my head, annoyed and charmed by the audacity she had to think that she could possibly love me more. "I love you most," I persisted, causing her head to moved away from mine as she looked into my eyes. "Always?" She questioned, her eyes unreadable for a moment before a flash of fear passed through. "Forever," I assured her and meaning it. We could live an entire lifetime or for eternity, and my love for her would never fade. It would only grow. There was nothing in this world that would ever change the way I loved her. My, Katarina.

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