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Literature

Hurts Like Hell

“I can’t sit here anymore, I’m going to look for her again.” Unable to sit still any longer, Tays stood himself up, feeling his friend’s stare from across the camp fire. “Its no good, there’s no trace of her anywhere.” Chase spoke softly, as though he was expecting some unwanted ears to be listening. Tays cried out, his voice echoed through the woods. Overwhelmed with fear and frustration, he kicked a burning log deeper into the fire, his eyes clouding with tears. He ran his hands through his tangled hair, all he could think about were her gold eyes, in pain, screami