⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ Arron McAlister⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹
"The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?"
- Edgar Allan Poe
Arron laid on the floor completely drenched from the rain. He was shaking from the cold and he quickly began to cough up blood. He slowly looked at Lysander and cried softly. "I don't want to be away from you...But I don't want you to be sad or worried about me..." Arron said softly but before he could hug him, his body let out and fell limp and cold onto the floor his pale eyes closing.
⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹ OutOfCherries: N/A⊹⊱⋛⋋ ⋌⋚⊰⊹
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