A Mile From Gehanna's Gateway
Tahnara Lonyaelishe said she loves me but just with her eyesbefore her eyestears sting my eyesthis time the tears were mine
Marretje adds when she sees me stare longer than necessary at the books; little does she know that I have less interest in reading.
I have my hands on the drawing in no time, my fingers neatly trailing the stained, softened edges of the paper. Something about the rough sketch etches a feeling of familiarity with it, but I am not certain if Katelyn once showed it to me.
Without warning, my head pulls back and my hands freeze, a bright white light flashing in front of my eyes before I could blink twice. My neck seems to snap from the force that is.
I am lost—somewhere in a cold acre full of ice and snow, so much snow that I struggle to keep my legs steady.
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