The girl walked quietly with her eyes on her feet, head bobbing in time to the music in her ears.
Dark clouds and thunderclaps, lightning strikes, raindrops falling on her skin like angel tears. None of this made a difference. The girl splashing through the puddles. She did not want it to end. Walking was her time to shine. Her destination comes much too quick. Pale hand trembling, blue veins, icy fingers reaching for the doorknob.
A looming shadow whispers, “I’ve been waiting here for you."
A scream and then silence. Her eyes never left her feet.
She wore red shoes.
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