
Missing
I heard her, calling for me. I desperately wanted to call out to her, but I couldn't.
When you're alone in a dark and unfamiliar place, listening to someone searching for you and unable to call out them, you remember the importance of those you love and why you love them.
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(Extreme drama ahead.)

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- Story 2016-08-13 07:42:26 UTC1109