After crying for a bit, Flair fell asleep on Lane's shoulder. Lane looked at the sleeping girl and sighed.
"I wish it didn't have to happen, Flair. We all wished that. But what as happened cannot be taken back." he đã đưa ý kiến quietly. He knew she was asleep but he just felt like he needed to say it. "We couldn't save them."
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Flair woke up the tiếp theo day, her head laying on Lane's chest. She closed her eyes at the thought of last nights events.
"So much blood....so much death." she whispered to herself, a single tear falling from her eye. She quickly wiped is away and sat up. She poked Lane. "Wake up."
Lane opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Hey, how are bạn feeling?" he asked, sitting up and giving her a hug.
"I don't want to talk about it yet, I'm not ready." she đã đưa ý kiến softly. "It's too soon." Lane nodded in understandment and stood up. Flair did the same.
"We can't go back there, bạn know? They'll be looking for us. They'll kill us too." Lane said. Flair nodded.
"I know. Lets just...forget about all that. Start over, a new life." she said. He nodded and reached out to her. They held each others hands and jumped off the building.
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"I wish it didn't have to happen, Flair. We all wished that. But what as happened cannot be taken back." he đã đưa ý kiến quietly. He knew she was asleep but he just felt like he needed to say it. "We couldn't save them."
*******
Flair woke up the tiếp theo day, her head laying on Lane's chest. She closed her eyes at the thought of last nights events.
"So much blood....so much death." she whispered to herself, a single tear falling from her eye. She quickly wiped is away and sat up. She poked Lane. "Wake up."
Lane opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Hey, how are bạn feeling?" he asked, sitting up and giving her a hug.
"I don't want to talk about it yet, I'm not ready." she đã đưa ý kiến softly. "It's too soon." Lane nodded in understandment and stood up. Flair did the same.
"We can't go back there, bạn know? They'll be looking for us. They'll kill us too." Lane said. Flair nodded.
"I know. Lets just...forget about all that. Start over, a new life." she said. He nodded and reached out to her. They held each others hands and jumped off the building.
(Please bình luận and tell me what bạn think. Thanks.
Also check out Chapter 1.)
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits bởi Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to di chuyển tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy earlier, and let me tell bạn journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits bởi Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to di chuyển tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy earlier, and let me tell bạn journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a cây
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the hàng đầu, đầu trang bạn see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this ngày those who were near đã đưa ý kiến it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
tiếp theo chapter "The pookie Returns"