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Midnight. The wind stung my watery eyes; I put my head down and continued walking. The eroded remains of a sidewalk passed beneath my feet - fractured pieces of cement embedded in the cold earth. A blistering cold breeze crept down the back of my neck like needles tearing into my skin - I shivered. I could see it further ahead... "Almost there," I whispered to myself. The unspeakable fear and anxiety were corroding my mind, I couldn't take it anymore, I had to know. I ran through fallen leaves and stopped at the front gateway. A weathered sign hovered above the entrance, swaying loosely in the wind like a broken limb. Though shrouded in darkness I could still make out the letters... Forest Hill Cemetery. A deafening crash of thunder tore through the clouded sky. This was it, this was the place. The rusted iron-gate was slightly ajar; someone or something had been here recently. My heart pulsated violently in my chest as I stood there, hesitant to cross into the ominous grounds of death. I took a few steps closer. Looming on the horizon were enormous trees - contorted guardians, watching over the dead. A streak of lightning flashed overhead; leaves rustled gently as they floated with the wind and collided with each other. I lightly pushed on the iron gate and it swung backwards, creaking from the old hinges that held it there. Somehow, I knew she would be here.
I found her, lying lifelessly on the stone pathway that projected through a sea of tombstones. Something left me; my eyes bled tears. Moonlight escaped through the clouds and barely illuminated her motionless body. She laid there on her back, facing the night sky. So lifeless - it seemed like a dream sequence. I knew what had happened. I knew it was her, I didn't even have to check. Still, I rushed to get to her. That pallid body, still dressed in that tight, black leather outfit... It had always looked good on her. Beneath her coat I could see barely her chest sinking and rising ever so slightly; that shallow breathing seemed so incredibly delicate. I knelt down beside her and tightly held onto her cold, little hand. "What are you looking at, my dear?", I whispered. Her eyes were the color of stone, a pale mixture of smoky gray and dazzling blue. Her eyes were motionless, it was a cold stare that was absent of life but filled with undying emotion - Stagnant pools of azure, filled with living tears of sadness. She had been crying, mascara trailed down her precious face like a blackened river of filth. Those lips that once offered unimaginable passion were now only a sickening blue color. From the corner of her mouth trickled a scarlet stream of blood that ran down her cheek. Her soft, brunette hair floated about carelessly in the wind; I ran my fingertips through it and brushed it away from her pale face. Thunder erupted overhead as I stared into her lifeless eyes for one last time. I kissed her icy forehead... and tears fell from my eyes as I gently removed my knife that was stuck in her chest.
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I found her, lying lifelessly on the stone pathway that projected through a sea of tombstones. Something left me; my eyes bled tears. Moonlight escaped through the clouds and barely illuminated her motionless body. She laid there on her back, facing the night sky. So lifeless - it seemed like a dream sequence. I knew what had happened. I knew it was her, I didn't even have to check. Still, I rushed to get to her. That pallid body, still dressed in that tight, black leather outfit... It had always looked good on her. Beneath her coat I could see barely her chest sinking and rising ever so slightly; that shallow breathing seemed so incredibly delicate. I knelt down beside her and tightly held onto her cold, little hand. "What are you looking at, my dear?", I whispered. Her eyes were the color of stone, a pale mixture of smoky gray and dazzling blue. Her eyes were motionless, it was a cold stare that was absent of life but filled with undying emotion - Stagnant pools of azure, filled with living tears of sadness. She had been crying, mascara trailed down her precious face like a blackened river of filth. Those lips that once offered unimaginable passion were now only a sickening blue color. From the corner of her mouth trickled a scarlet stream of blood that ran down her cheek. Her soft, brunette hair floated about carelessly in the wind; I ran my fingertips through it and brushed it away from her pale face. Thunder erupted overhead as I stared into her lifeless eyes for one last time. I kissed her icy forehead... and tears fell from my eyes as I gently removed my knife that was stuck in her chest.
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