Thanks, maybe I am too humble.
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Tears flooded down her eyes.
She wept as she gripped her dying friend to her chest.
His slow breaths breathed weakly onto her freckled shoulders.
She ran her fingers through his icy black hair.
More tears only seemed to keep pouring out of her hassle eyes.
Her voice was quivering as he began to fade away.
She asked herself, "WHY?!"
But, no answer came.
All she could do was cry.
There was no one there, but the two of them.
But, she felt like her, him, and their friend were there.
She wished her feelings were true.
They never were.
When he was gone, all she could do was cry.
She collapsed to the ground yelling in anger.
But, her words never can be heard.