A Snippet of the Past by xxpublic-enemy1xx, literature
Literature
A Snippet of the Past
"Mother!" I cried out, waking from my dream.
"Rinakae, what is it?" Rin is by my side in an instant, bringing me into a giant hug. I look into her caramel-brown eyes, drawing strength from them.
"I-I had the dream again," I say quietly, trying to forget those images of death imprinted on my mind. "I thought it went away for sure this time, but I saw her die again. Rin, what if this all comes true?"
Rin smiles at me, taking my small hand into hers. "Don't worry, I'll be there for you, Little Rin."
"But what if-"
"What ifs are for fools," Rin interrupts. "The only thing that matters is that we're still togeth
A Snippet of the Past by xxpublic-enemy1xx, literature
Literature
A Snippet of the Past
"Mother!" I cried out, waking from my dream.
"Rinakae, what is it?" Rin is by my side in an instant, bringing me into a giant hug. I look into her caramel-brown eyes, drawing strength from them.
"I-I had the dream again," I say quietly, trying to forget those images of death imprinted on my mind. "I thought it went away for sure this time, but I saw her die again. Rin, what if this all comes true?"
Rin smiles at me, taking my small hand into hers. "Don't worry, I'll be there for you, Little Rin."
"But what if-"
"What ifs are for fools," Rin interrupts. "The only thing that matters is that we're still togeth
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