โRun,โ he whispered. โRun.โ โNo, Rand,โ I said, brushing the dirt from his face. โIโm tired of running.โ โForgive me, please.โ He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. โYouโre forgiven.โ He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head.
Maria V. SnyderI took three steps and was wrapped in his arms, where I belonged. No confusion here. No worries here. No troubles here.
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