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USUK - I Hate You pg. 11

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Firesonic152

Published: Mar 31, 2011

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"Arthur…"

The faint whisper went unheard.

"Arthur…"

Again, no reply.

What was this, this strange feeling… Like there was something missing…

Noise.

Yes, that's what was missing. And then suddenly, it wasn't anymore. The constant pounding, beating, ticking, throbbing of life…

It was there again, the never-failing noise.

But something else was missing, too. Ah, there it was. The movement. The fall and rise of a chest; the feeling or air rushing through lungs.

The pulse of life.

"Arthur…!"

Nothing.

"Please…"

The pathetic plea faded into the background.

"Please, Arthur… I'm scared…"

The grass rustled somewhere.

"I'm confused…"

Was that footsteps nearby?

"It hurts…"

…

"It hurts to be alone…"

…

"Help me…"

…

"Help…"

…

"Please, Arthur… Help me!"

…

"I love you…"

…

"I need you…"

…

"Help…"

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