Intertwined

Intertwined

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"You wouldn't believe me if I told you what I gave up for that gang." I tell him as I rest my back against a tree. The wind blows the leafs, tilting them a bit, letting the sun shine down on us, blinding me for a second. My gaze moves back to Owen. He glances at me, " Try me," His eyes hold a confidence that I know will be weared down after this. I shake my head and hide my face between my knees as tears threaten to spill over, "No," "Why not?" I can feel his gaze on me. "'Cause I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me." I admit. "Cass, look at me," Owen commands. I obey and let him look into my eyes. I let him read all the guilt, sadness, anger, and loss in my gaze. A sudden understanding passes over him, his face paling, "Did they.... You didn't really..?" He doesn't finish his sentence as he stares at me with an emotionless look. I just nod and hide my face again, "It was the only way."
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„The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?", she asked, the sound of her voice strained, as if she hadn't been talking for a long time. The boy sat next to her, staring forward into the leaving sun. He didn't even look at the young woman when she spoke. Yet still he could feel himself, only a small part of himself, longing to hear more of her voice. It used to calm him down, singing soft lullabies whenever nightmares haunted him, or telling stories to him and his brother. It was the only comfort he could rely on. And he ended it before it could poison him. Silence filled the vast empty space. Only a single Rowan tree swayed in the non existent wind, its branches reaching down where the two figures sat, sheltering them from any harm that may come their way. It was time to leave this place again. He couldn't stay here for long. He hugged his knees tight, unconsciously swaying back and forth as he did so. Maybe, if he hugged himself hard enough, he could stay here and listen to one of her stories again? Just one short story. His efforts were in vain. He realized that when his hands and feet started to disappear, just like they have done thousands of times before. There was no way things could continue the way they were now. He knew he had to stop, but a selfish part of him was still holding onto that hope that everything would be okay once he opened his eyes. „Auntie,", he said, preparing his next words. „I... really prefer sunrises." 0101011101101111011100100110110001100100011100000110110001100101011000010111001101100101011100110110000101110110011001010110110101100101

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