Sketch 1:
A girl and boy walk hand in hand. Silently walking through a barren street. The girl hums a tuneless song. The boy brushes his hair out of his eyes. The girl stops and looks both ways being safe for the both of them. They cross the silet street no carring who saw them. They began to run. Her hair flailing wildly in the noisless breeze. Suddenly they were gone. Never to be seen again.
Sketch 2:
She couldn't breathe. She held her chest willing herself to inhale. He was gone. He left her alone with nobody to confide in. It felt like the bullet, that killed him, went straight through her heart. Tears streamed down her face and landed into a wet pool at her feet. Memories went flying through her head. His talk. His laugh. She would never see his eyes or touch his hair again. She screamed in frustration. Angry tears ran down her face. Faster and faster until she could cry no more. She kicked tables and screamed at the top of her lungs. Hoping it would bring him back. It didn't. Finally she calmed her rage and cried herself to sleep.
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