Melancholy Kaleidoscope

Melancholy Kaleidoscope

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There was something strange, something ... wrong, with the child that lived in that house. He was so small, his skin pale and fragile looking like a little porcelain doll made from fine China. His eyes, though, were blue as they should be, but there was just something off about him. It frightened the man, made him feel anxious for some reason he couldn't pinpoint. The boy's eyes were too empty. His expression, despite being perfectly friendly at the time, always seemed blank. There was something not quite right about him.
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My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

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