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@lilmillefleur inspired it when they wondered how his parents would react if he went back to them.Wowowowowowow!!!! That’s such a cool random lil story!
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@lilmillefleur inspired it when they wondered how his parents would react if he went back to them.Wowowowowowow!!!! That’s such a cool random lil story!
This reminds me of a nightmare I had once... it literally felt like you were reading my mindPrompt: "I trusted you not to die..."
The cold light of the full moon. The silence of the battlefield. The only signs of life for miles belonged to the rats, to Lune, and to the defeated body she held in her arms.
Her face was smudged with dirt and blood, tears of pure despair cutting trails through the grime.
"Cole," she choked out.
Cole could only look at her with half closed eyes, breath ragged in his chest.
Gritting her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut tight, she leaned forward and put her forehead against his. She let out a few choked sobs, the only sounds penetrating the heavy quiet of the desolate field.
Her hand was still pressed deep in the pool of blood seeping from the deep gouge in his abdomen. A futile effort.
She pressed her lips together to stifle her cries.
His breathing stopped.
Pain stabbed her heart, twisted her stomach, crushed her, and she gave in. Her wails echoed in the hills as she let our a scream of horrible, gut-wrenching despair.
"I trusted you not to die!"
Suddenly all she could notice was the deafening silence. The cold of the moon, and the dark that lay everywhere. It felt as though the sun would never shine again.
She knew she had to leave. The enemy would resume the advance once there was light in the sky.
She stayed as long as she dared, but as the sound of birds began in the distance, she left with a great, burning heaviness in her heart.
The sun did shine that morning. It shone on the grey, scarred earth. On the broken, scorched trees. On the countless bodies. In Cole's dead eyes.
Finally, just what I’ve been looking for….Prompt?
Yes!We should start doing this again!
Yes I agreeI'm down. But even weekly prompts would be beneficial. Every day is a commitment.