The Storm

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A great storm of ice rushed over the lands that had never seen such terror. He and she were split up. He prayed for her safety, that she would make it through the storm, and that she would be okay. But in the end, he was the one who would truly be hurt.

A traumatic horror would strike right in the middle of the storm. It was the coldest Valentine’s Day he’d ever known. It felt like his insides bled from pure horror and agony. And worst of all, she wasn’t there. The storm had taken her from him. She would be back, she wasn’t gone forever, but this hour would be the longest of his life.

He sits in the February cold, bleeding out, alone.

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