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I'm known in my class for never ever crying about sad stories, books, movies, fanfics, stuff
YOU JUST BROKE MY TITLE
YOU BROKE IT
sorry if my reply is shabby I'm just too overwhelmed
Miracles only happen in fairytales, right? Bringing those closest to you to life with the power of love... it is the touching ending of countless movies. But however much one could hope, this doesn't happen in real life. The real truth, the most crucial part of kids growing up, is the fact that happy endings, when things are so grave, little to never come. Those who die, stay dead. Those who are on death's doorstep... They're gonna go too. And that is the final, irreversible truth.
You weren't like the others. You were different. When everyone else gave in , you kept going, kept believing everything would be okay. When their hope faltered, you're grew higher. What separated you from the others, made you a 'weirdo kid who'll never grow up'? You believed in miracles. And, to this moment, you still do.
You feel something touch you -- not properly, more like the echo of a touch -- but it's still there. Your mind, your heart, your whole being reaches out to the touch, trying to make sense of it, to let it pull you away from the terror swamping through your brain. Thoughts, channels, start to connect, and then you have a name. Leo.
Once you get that, everything else starts to fall in place. The word "Leo" has no negative strings tied to it. (Technically, she did get deaf, but that happened too long ago for you to recall it right now) And suddenly, new memories pop up, the panther being silly, optimistic, a true friend. She was there for you for as long as you remember. She always helped you through the dark times. If it wasn't for her, you don't know what would have happened to you.
She's here. She's here with me now. I need to get to her. You try as hard as you can, pushing away all the negatives, so you can try to get out of this nightmare. You need to.
It's like swimming, except in thoughts instead of water. The thoughts don't play with your feathers, keeping them aloft -- to the contrary, they hold you down, threatening to make you get even deeper than you already were. You know you can't let that happen. You need to go up to Leo, you need to tell her everything's okay... YOU NEED TO...
Suddenly, the evil blackness vanishes. You squint your eyes against the new, bright light. Wait. You have eyes. That could only mean one thing. You have awoken.
I tried
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