Hope under a cherry tree.

Like a little lamb, he laid under my weak arms. vertical to the floor, expressionless. in an instant, I felt that nothing else mattered to me apart from this lifeless empty vesicle. It was possibly my human instincts that made me this way but like the flash, I ordered Romany to call an ambulance and began performing CPR. for every chest compression I felt that he would be slowly slipping away from me, for every rescue breath I could feel that his aura was leaving me. it felt like hours when I was pounding at this boys chest, it was realistically about 10 minutes. the crowd slowly started to cave in to the scene, random passerby who wouldn't care or less tried to instruct me on my actions. wannabe doctors trying to push me away. it was all a blur at that moment I could hear mumbles, all I wanted to hear was his pulse. just for a moment. Then, like an angel had been sent to us, he leapt up - smacking his hands to the floor and coughing up the water. He looked around in confusion, almost in sadness at the crowd around. He turned his head to catch my worn out eyes, I knew exactly why he did what he did.

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