THE BOY WITH ENORMOUS DARK EYES

THE BOY WITH ENORMOUS DARK EYES

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"'Why are you here, Dorothy?" he asks me. I do not want to answer,but I have to.I have to let him and my parents think that this is going to work. "Because everybody thinks I'm crazy and that I want to kill myself"sarcasm screams captured in my voice. "Is it true what people think ?"his voice gives me a headache. "I would be already dead if it was true." "Look,Dorothy,your parents say that you suffered a lot after..." 'The incident.'I interrupt my psychologist. "You have to call the incident on its name."He paused." I think it would be a great start for your therapy" I shrug."Well,I don't want it.You can't force me to do that." "If you don't want to say it,I will." "No." panic invades my world.I can't handle this. "I'm sorry,Dot,but he is dead.Ethan is dead.And you have to face it if..." I can't hear him anymore because of my desperate screams."
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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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