He watches her run through the field of flowers. Her hair is flowing in the breeze. Each strand illuminates in the sunlight. He’s seen her grow into the most beautiful thing he’s ever come to know.
“She was right, I’ve fallen again.” Jeremy whispers to himself. The urge to be close to her grows with each breath. “I can’t get too close to her, no matter how badly it hurts.”
She drifted off too far into the woods. The clouds cover the sunlight. The sky opens up and the water falls. Grace cowers under a tree and drifts to sleep.
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