She remembered that it was dark. And cold. She didn't have a blanket, like the one she had at her home. 303Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS9WkyWErCv
She had worn the same dress for many days, she knew. It used to be pretty, with small flowers and candies and some shaped she couldn't name. Later, it turned red. Dark red. She liked it better when it was dry. And white.
She also remembered him, Her Boy. She wasn't sure if he was real. Was he? She didn't know. He had saved her. He also gave her some chocolate one day. Used to call her princess. She liked him. Yes, she liked him a lot.
After she ran away, they found her on the road. Said that she had fainted from exhaustion. Looked at her with pity. Looked at her cuts with funny, sad faces and asked softly, did they hurt?
She would look at them blankly. They thought she was scared. She wasn't. She just couldn't understand what they meant.
It didn't hurt when the blood flowed out. It did, at first, but not later.
But it hurt when she thought about home.
Why did they leave her that day, in the dark?
When she went back home, she told them she hated the it. The darkness. They kissed her and hugged her, their eyes moist. Told her that she'll never have to be in the dark again. So she smiled.
The darkness was gone.
Hey! If you're reading this for the first time, welcome. However, there's one thing I'd like to clear here. THIS IS A PURE, UNADULTERATED, HOPELESSLY CLICHED ROMANCE BOOK. There. Read it if you want to, and if you don't, bye-bye!
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