Ashen face, jaws clenched tightly as he reached one bloody hand towards me, the other clutched at the gaping hole in his gut. My knees buckled and sunk to the ground. His blood soaked my trousers as I grasped his hand and squeezed.
When he tried to speak, blood poured out, his breathing short and fast. Struggling a bit, he croaked out one word: "Live."
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Bleeding Shadows
FantasyDeals with Depression, Anxiety and PTSD within a Fanasty World. Join Astridir as she goes through the Coming of Age Trials of her people with her friends. She will face new hardships and gain new companions as she learns more about her past and blo...
