Shadow puppets Part 8

The beating heart in darkness took shape.. It was her.. The one we were looking for.. Her eyes were the color of everything.. They were the color of me... She then swam through darkness out of the green lit pond.. As I sank and sank in its deep waters.. Her heart was like a falling star.. Only this star was not falling, it was slowly rising.. I was sinking to the bottom of this strange like darkness in a world of light. Strange to say but everything was getting darker and darker in this abyss of darkness. Right before I lost consciousness I saw a pale white light above.. I could hear my heartbeat.. It was getting slower and slower.. Just the thought of her being free made me smile one last time.. One last time for good hope.. I somehow knew it was the right thing to free darkness. I felt myself drifting away.. The last thing I remember was my little brother and I making shadow puppets on the wall.. We stayed up past midnight laughing at our shadow puppets..

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