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It's so quiet it's almost peaceful as I lay there praying I don't die. I lay there trying to gather my strength.
I don't know how long I lied there in the peacefulness but I know it snowing again I can feel the snowflakes fall on to my face.
The silence of the forest is broken when I hear the snow crunch under heavy foot steps. I whimper again thinking it was Phil. When I hear the foot step stop than walk towards me in a quick pace than stop again seeming to be scared of frightening me. If only they knew I was always frightened.
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Once I reach her I can see she is shivering and as pail as the snow. I softly lay my jacket over her and go to pick her up only to hear her cry out in pain so I freeze. I brush the hair from her face as she opens her eyes to look at me and man her eyes where the most magnificent blue eyes I have ever seen.
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