The sun remained high in the sky as the turn of the afternoon blazed onward through the day. Our shoes made soft crunches among the leaves in the street - the weather wasn't right for the autumn date.
"Don't you see," I whispered miserably, feeling the sadness building up inside my chest like a bubble. "I can't protect what isn't mine."
Just then, my best friend looked at me, her eyes full of the same melancholic darkness that drifted through me like a wind. "You don't protect, that's the thing," she said. "You fight."
"Don't you see," I whispered miserably, feeling the sadness building up inside my chest like a bubble. "I can't protect what isn't mine."
Just then, my best friend looked at me, her eyes full of the same melancholic darkness that drifted through me like a wind. "You don't protect, that's the thing," she said. "You fight."
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