Weaver of Shadows
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“I have…met you. You don’t seem to know me though. You’re Jenny. I’m Edgar.” He didn’t let go of her hand.
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Edgar didn’t speak, instead grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. Something was very wrong.
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“You…you don’t know me?” Could I…restart everything? Not get her hurt now? “My name is Edgar.”
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Edgar was in a small house, sitting on a bed, face streaked with tears. He was shaking uncontrollably, and his neck was slightly red. ”J…J…Jenny?” he sputtered.
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Edgar wasn’t moving. Blood was seeping through the bandages again, the wounds having reopened from his movement.
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Edgar collapsed to the ground, his breathing growing shallow. @Lunamor
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“I don’t care! Go away from her!” He took another wobbly step forward, leveling his sword.
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“I…I don’t know,” he said weakly. “But you will stop!”
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Gift formed a shortsword in his hand. “I. Said. STOP!” He took a wobbly step forward. “We’ll figure out a better way to help her.”
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“Whatever you’re doing, stop! Or I’ll make you!” He struggled to his feet, Gift returning to him.
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Aaron’s dead body dropped to the ground next to her.
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“I don’t care! Don’t you dare hurt her!”
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“Stop that!” Edgar yelled at Terrance, finally breaking out of his trance of hugging his knees and staring blankly forward. “Don’t hurt her!” @The Aspiring Archivist
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She relaxed even more, but her heartbeat was still racing.
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She tensed even more, but slowly relaxed.
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“I…guess you can.”
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“…how?” Her voice was afraid.
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“It…it’s ok. I’m ok.” She leaned against him again, but her body was very tense.
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She shuddered violently, fear replacing the tiredness in her eyes. She pulled away slightly.
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“I…want to be awake. With you. I don’t know what will happen if I sleep.”
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“Anything,” she said tiredly.
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*hugs* It makes you an amazing writer.
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