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11.16.16 // 12:00 a.m.
AS I WALK DOWN the muddy trail that leads me to that tree, I stare down at my cold, numb fingers that flex on their own, creating an ugly cracking sound that freezes my whole hand. The light raindrops that fall from the dark sky above my head creates a sheen layer of wetness on my pale skin as my boots make footprints in the wet dirt.
When I arrive at that tree, a place that holds only one of my many dark memories, they are already there. Their dark hair shines like the sea at night as it tumbles effortlessly down their back and frames their pale, bony face. I step on a twig and their eyes flicker up to mine, the resounding snap of the twig being the only thing that fills the silence between us.
Their eyes hold a storm, beneath the irises the
