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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 30, 2018

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Submitted: May 30, 2018



So much freedom lies within the ones with wild souls. The ones who see a challenge, smile, and then overcome it as if it was what they were meant to do. And the ones that get knocked down again and again only to stand up and dust themselves off at the end of the day. Beautiful. The ones that brave against the storm, stand their ground against their enemies, and protect those that they care for with every ounce of their being. Simply beautiful. If only the world were filled with these kinds of people.





Storm blinked out at the lush, green field. The cool grass tickled her bare feet, and the scent of cherry blossom blew on the wind. Storm's bestfriend Dominic, walked up behind her, a smile on his olive colored face. Storm turned to him, her soft, serene face turning into a deep, sad frown. "What are you doing here, Dom?" He just smiled at her, pulling her into a hug, his head resting on hers. She sighed, letting her head rest against his warm chest.

"I miss you." She said, her voice cracking and a tear running down her cheeks. "Why'd you have to leave me? I know its only been a few weeks, but...I still cant believe you are actually dead, I dont want to!" He breathed in deeply, and bent his head down to kiss the top of her head. He pulled away, grabbing her now red and splotchy face in his hands.

He gently wiped away her tears, his gently brown eyes searching hers. "It will be ok, Storm. Just be strong. This will not hold you down. It may hurt for the moment, but you will carry on, just like you always have in the past. Storm sniffled, nodding her head. She launched her body against his in one final hug. Then her wet eyes flung open to the waking world.

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