He's With Me

He's With Me

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Candace examined his grave as she though back at the times they spent together. She couldn't help but let one single tear fall across her cheek. "Why can't you still be here with me?" She asked, talking to nobody in particular. She then decided it was time for her to go. She turned, then began to walk away from his grave. She couldn't look at it anymore, it reminded her of that horrifying day the truck had hit them, and his heart stopped. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, causing her hair to end up on her face. Although, it wasn't any ordinary wind that had blown. Because there before her, the wind began to form a body, perhaps a man. The body became more clear and coloured. Candace widened her eyes and shook her head in disbelief. "David," she breathed. "But...but that's impossible-you're dead." Find out more about Candice's story by reading "He's With Me".
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