Note from Author: Well, Hidden went down the drain really quickly when I began writing it. I tried but I don't think I should post it or put it in motion on MCPZ. So, as alternative, here is Hand of Emotion. Enjoy ;3
His hands clutched the leather-bound book tightly. Tears swelling up in his eyes, guilt seeping into his empty heart and mind. It was all his fault. He knew that one day something like this would happy, but not by his hands. His knuckles turned pure white.
“Ryan, are you ok?” A blue haired girl walked up beside him, slipping her arm into his. Ryan didn’t like physical contact, but he might need more comfort then he admitted.
“It’s all my fault.” He mumbled miserably. The girl turned her ocean blue eyes towards him.
“Nobody could’ve known it was going to be her.”
“You don’t understand Kayla. I could’ve shut down the machine but I wasn’t good enough.” Tears flowed down silently. The cold wispy wind froze the watery path ways of sadness. Tormented, the memory played on and on, always at the top of his head. The warm smile always making him despondent.
“Ryan she, wouldn’t want us sulking over her death. She’d want us to celebrate that we all made it alive.” Kayla tugged at his jacket sleeve. After a few moments of silence, Kayla let go of his arm and walked off.
Ryan gazed over the grave, then, as a last memento, he places down silver and green in front of the chipped stone. Walking off, he looks down at the dirt, kicking a few stones on the way out. A person in a hoodie walks over to the grave a few seconds later. Looking at the grave, she squats next to the grave and picks up the flowers. A smile tracing her lips she examines the flowers.
“You were always a nice friend Ryan, maybe next time put them in the proper spot.” The woman places the flowers under the stone engravings that read ‘River A. RavenHunter’.
“Ryan, are you ok?” A blue haired girl walked up beside him, slipping her arm into his. Ryan didn’t like physical contact, but he might need more comfort then he admitted.
“It’s all my fault.” He mumbled miserably. The girl turned her ocean blue eyes towards him.
“Nobody could’ve known it was going to be her.”
“You don’t understand Kayla. I could’ve shut down the machine but I wasn’t good enough.” Tears flowed down silently. The cold wispy wind froze the watery path ways of sadness. Tormented, the memory played on and on, always at the top of his head. The warm smile always making him despondent.
“Ryan she, wouldn’t want us sulking over her death. She’d want us to celebrate that we all made it alive.” Kayla tugged at his jacket sleeve. After a few moments of silence, Kayla let go of his arm and walked off.
Ryan gazed over the grave, then, as a last memento, he places down silver and green in front of the chipped stone. Walking off, he looks down at the dirt, kicking a few stones on the way out. A person in a hoodie walks over to the grave a few seconds later. Looking at the grave, she squats next to the grave and picks up the flowers. A smile tracing her lips she examines the flowers.
“You were always a nice friend Ryan, maybe next time put them in the proper spot.” The woman places the flowers under the stone engravings that read ‘River A. RavenHunter’.
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