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The mist hung over us like a blanket, it's cold fingers probing the goosebumps on our arms. Clumps of heather stuck out of the ground. I was furiously polishing my glasses; the vision through them was distorted and unclear. The mist, again, the heavy atmosphere it created, digging into my thoughts no matter how I tried to remove it.
Having already shouted myself hoarse, I curled up into a tiny ball, pretending I was in the warmth of my cosy and comfortable home.
The girl looked so helpless, unable to rise from the earth. The mist was relentlessly pelting against us, so I felt the need to help her.
A form appeared out of the swirling mist. It seemed ten feet tall, but I'm sure it was anything but. The form bent over me, I could now see that it was about my height. Still, I couldn't help but cringe away from anyone touching me. I can't remember the last time I let someone willingly touch me. It seemed like such a long time ago. It was such a long time ago.
Having already shouted myself hoarse, I curled up into a tiny ball, pretending I was in the warmth of my cosy and comfortable home.
The girl looked so helpless, unable to rise from the earth. The mist was relentlessly pelting against us, so I felt the need to help her.
A form appeared out of the swirling mist. It seemed ten feet tall, but I'm sure it was anything but. The form bent over me, I could now see that it was about my height. Still, I couldn't help but cringe away from anyone touching me. I can't remember the last time I let someone willingly touch me. It seemed like such a long time ago. It was such a long time ago.
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