enough not to let him die, especially in front of me with my eyes peeled open." Wrame
with a sigh of relief was not prepared for what I was going to say next with a little
"Phew,”
She was off talking Gibberish again "And like you said he's alright-" Right? No. "He never
came back the following day, and the day after we received a deadly report of him found
dead-struck by a car. With-" The driver never~ coming back to even file a report of this
accident and it was a hit and run. *Nod* *Nod* That's what I wanted to tell her with enough
confidence but none was left from what I've said up till now. "With....What?" I paused
The expression grinned on my face with pain feeling the muscles in my cheeks would
pour out tearing in each aching muscle leaving my face as happy looking as ever. I turned
to jelly, wobbling about. I got up "And with that said I meant to say, with the rest a secret,
silly Wrame. Well it's time to go we have to hurry or the others will leave with out us!".
Words came to mind and were spoken but as I spoke I did not remember, so questions
were the only solutions I could come up with. " I " Hesitantly I spoke” remember that one
long summer." When? What summer? "We met" Everyone? Me? I thought I already knew
everyone... "And I first started out with everyone." Why? Again, who is EVERYONE? The only
EVERYONE I know is Wrame!
The long summer already started, it has been over since two years ago. It's now May,
a new summer; longer than before, with many flowers and time struck surfaces on the
Earth, preserving what we call a piece of past. Africa, Antarctica, Asia, Australia, Europe,
North America, and South America. The seven continents. Europe. That's where I was.
Colors bonding joining in a new force for shades and hues, would seem nice, right? War.
A word possessed by power. Caused by one's selfish action rained down on civilians.
Also known as greed. Greed is all that comes to mind when war starts. Everyone was
never there, they were split up. I remember summers from long ago. The leaves left
shadows, streaming to the ground, and with lines in place left behind the shadows from
the leaves had casted upon the graceful, cold fall. But that was not close to winter. Winter
I loved the most, because it's a new beginning. With snow and all after it has ended for
all's sake spring returns to give us warmth. Thus leading into OUR summer. Cicadas,
The ungraceful sound of summer. But a pleasant sound of the day, in summer. With
no elegance to its rhythm, not timed correctly. That is what makes it enjoyable. A free
state it has always been. IT makes you want to join in. Adding different beats and making
the sound of the day like a simple story. This story. However it was not that summer.
When the long summer ended over two years ago IT began. "IT was quiet around this time
of year." She would always say. War. War in Europe. That is where she was. In the middle of
war. A sign in the U.S.A. was challenging Europe. We have no reason why. It was some
land greed as always.
Keyword: Cicadas
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