Status: This will only end in tragedy.
How it Feels to Die
But then the angel got lost
Anne searched for him the next day. She searched the trees, she searched the skies and she searched the small spaces beneath the large tree roots. She asked the deer if it had seen him, but it ran away. She asked the birds too, but she didn't think they heard her. She asked the wind but she didn't understand its reply. All she heard was the rustle of leaves.
She searched and searched and searched, because she really did like Charlie, and she didn't want to leave him alone anymore. He was so sad. And when you're sad it's good to have someone to talk to, someone to lean on.
But Anne's legs started to tire, and the sky got dark, and her limbs started to shiver and now she was sad because she thought she was lost. So Anne started to cry, and she cried that type of cry where you couldn't catch your breath, the one that made your chest burn. And then when she heard a cracking sound she gasped and started to run, but she fell amongst tangled roots and that made her cry harder.
Anne was sad, and scared and lost and cold.
But she was not alone.
"Anne?"
She searched and searched and searched, because she really did like Charlie, and she didn't want to leave him alone anymore. He was so sad. And when you're sad it's good to have someone to talk to, someone to lean on.
But Anne's legs started to tire, and the sky got dark, and her limbs started to shiver and now she was sad because she thought she was lost. So Anne started to cry, and she cried that type of cry where you couldn't catch your breath, the one that made your chest burn. And then when she heard a cracking sound she gasped and started to run, but she fell amongst tangled roots and that made her cry harder.
Anne was sad, and scared and lost and cold.
But she was not alone.
"Anne?"
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