Promise you'll stay.
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Last published Sun, Jul 14, 2019
Her breathing began to quicken, her head began to pound, and her vision began to swirl. "N-no!" Her voice was raspy and sore. all those hours of crying and fearing the worst came true. "Griffin, you said you wouldn't leave like all the others did. You LIED!" she continued sobbing and yelling into her hands. The rain was light but still enough to soak both of them. He stood there. Letting his blonde hair hang in his face as he pretended to ignore her. "I didn't lie, I'm not leaving, just......I......" he sighed and walked down the sidewalk, disapering into the mist. She sat in the middle park wet and slowing slipping away inside, for the last and final time. "Morrigan, are you OK?" a male voice calls from behind. Sam runs up behind her and puts his coat on her. "Ware is Griffin?" he asked confused. "He left." she whispered in a lost tone. He tried his hardest not to smirk in victory and helped her up. "Come to my house, tell me everything."
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