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My Protector, His Promise

Penulis: Claudia
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Kiara

The world ends. It stood still, staring right into my soul in silence.

Not in a way that is jolly or kind, but in a manner that steals the sound from your throat and leaves you hollow.

One moment, I am standing in the clearing with the wind against my face; the next, everything goes white. And when the light fades, I am on my knees, cradling him. Begging him to fight even harder.

His eyes are still open, faintly dazed, like he is trying to tell me it is alright. He still cares for me at this state. He still wanted to reassure me, he always has. But the words don’t come, and my mind refuses to understand what my heart already knows.

“Stay with me,” I whisper, shaking my head, my voice breaking.

“You are alright. You will be fine. Please just… just stay.”

The forest answers with quietness. Even the night creatures seem to bow in quiet grief. The crickets went silent. The birds had stopped singing.

Something warm clings to my hands, and for a heartbeat, I can not breathe
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