Elle
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Last published Thu, Sep 13, 2012
Falling.
Falling.
Falling...
Dead? Could she be dead?
No. Everything felt so real... The green grass, sprinkled with dew. The rough bark on the towering trees, the soft, delicate petals on the red roses. Laughter - coming from behind the bushes. Elle's head whipped around to see a tall, handsome boy with dirty blond hair falling in front of hazel eyes.
"Who are you? And where am I? Am I..." Elle gulped, dreading the answer. "Dead?"
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