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This is a story I felt like typing....
I've been here and waiting for him. He hasn't come back for awhile. The window is frosted over with ice and emotions. Cold winds blow across the land. I hudle in my tattered blanket. Where is he? I've waited for 2 months on this island with my friend, Kana, for him to come back. Life has been harder to live since he left. There is no way on Earth that this island could be colder.
"Please..." I whisper. "Come back."
Kana looks at me like she always does. I mean, she didn't used to, before he left, her look was a smile or a cocked eyebrow...now it's worry.
 Lone_Wolf_247 · Sun Nov 19, 2006 @ 07:27pm · 0 Comments |
