It was weak, very weak. I turned around and fear struck me out of no where. It was him, the boy, Joseph. His skin was pale, his beautiful wavy hair was a mess and his eyes which were red were filled with sorrow and pain. It was like he wasn’t alive. I could feel tears swelling up in my eyes; his figure reminded me of Cody and with that I remembered something. It took me back three years atrás on the most devastating night of my life.
How could this have happened to me I thought to myself as just one thing made my good, no, great life come crashing down. I had never been able to cope with death...
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