To My First Love

To My First Love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Apr 17, 2023
Cries echo through the streets. The rough ground scraped my knees with every cry I made, the crimson liquid warm to the touch. My heart squeezes whenever I look at him lying down. His eyes now closed; the life gone from him. I can't believe this is happening. I can't accept it. People murmured through the crowd that grew every minute. I wanted to scream his name, but no sound came out of my mouth. I wanted to curl up and cry for eternity. The sirens became louder. His beautiful dark brown eyes, his rosy cheeks, the warmth he gave me when he touched me, all have now been lost to me. My soul ached as I watched helplessly, tears streaming down my cheeks as the truth sank in. I just wanted to lay next to him and never wake up. Love, my one and only love, has gotten away from me and I couldn't stop it. As I wish for the whole thing to be a dream, as I wish to go back in time and never meet you, I wish it all to be a dream. -I don't own any of the images in this story every credit goes to its original owner!!!!
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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