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Love hurts

Story written by IOANA C.,10th C

It was an October breezy and damp day. Clara and Peter were walking on the wet streets, icy tears dripping on their faces…

It was a negative, evil atmosphere. The boy let Clara home, and he felt being watched. His pace was swift, when he felt a deafening sound reverberate in his head… He remembered…Three days ago, all the clocks in the house had stopped at 3 after midnight. The last night of his life was going to be unusual… So at 3 o’clock in the morning he woke up near the big clock , in a strange hall. He saw… nothing, but felt a hand on his back. He felt terribly cold. He heard a sound who was deafening and a husky voice telling him: “Choose: you or your girlfriend!”.gh4

He loved so much his girlfriend, Clara and she was everything for him. He always protected her, his heart was hers, her heart his…

This shockingly beautiful love story had to end. The boy remembered that, when he was 5 years old, everything he loved was gone. His parents died. They were killed and he was still missing them… He was determined to find out who had killed his loved ones…He wasn’t able to do that any longer but didn’t know it…

…He felt someone in the chilly house but did not see who it was.

It was 3 am… Again… He saw a white ghost with red eyes, disheveled air and a sharp and a hissing voice who was continuously saying: “choose: you or her!”… He cried aloud: “ Do Not touch her, take me and disappear!”… gh3

…A couple of hours later…

…She found him covered in blood, scratched all over and a note near him. She got it and she read scared: “My life, you know very well how much I love you. I had to save you. I could not let him hurt you. I will protect you always… I love you so!  Be strong, please!”

After reading it she burst into tears and she called the police. No one could calm her down. Screaming, she was pounding with fists in things… She was destroyed because she loved him too so very much. She never thought that their love story would end like this. She continually said that she had better died…BLOOD,

…AND AGAIN…It was an October breezy and damp day. Clara and Peter were walking on the wet streets, icy tears dripping on their faces…

…and again…

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