"You've got time." She
repeated it like a mantra, like a drumbeat, like a rhythm for him to
follow. “You've got time.”
Her tears were stepping stones leading
down a mountainside. I'm not okay, she thought. It's not okay.
Dammit! It's not okay!
“Do you hear me? You've got time.”
Her hands fisted in fabric. Her nails dug into skin. Her lips mouthed
words. “You've got time. You've got time, dammit!”
Don't go. Don't go. Don't go. Her
don't go's turned into come back's like color fading from lips.
“Come back,” she whispered. “Come
back.”
Notes: Fictional scene. Otherwise it would be illegal to write it.
How can you do these things to me? You just write these things and kill someone off and I DON'T KNOW WHO! Gahhhhh... if you weren't my favorite...
ReplyDeleteRemember, it's a fictional scene! xD But I need practice... you know... for later... DUN DUN DUN *evil cackle*
DeleteBut really I love my characters. It sucks that some of them have to die. *sigh* But it's about the story. *helpless shrug*