Cramp pains
Sprawled on the cold tiled floor is her. She looks like death. The usual glow in her skin is gone. She looks pale. Her room screams neat with everything white starting from her window curtains and blinds. Her hair is disheveled, tousled and frowzled all at once. Her eyes meet mine briefly as she sits up and I swear everything comes crumpling down in my own world. Everything stops. My own body that I trust most fails me and slowly I start going down to my knees. Her eyes are not green anymore. They're almost black and red but with a small hint of green. They're not holding the usual spark they always have. At my knees, my energy fails me too. "Why are you here?" She questions but it comes out more like a statement without a question mark in it. Her voice is weak. Can I be able to wi
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