MacCell
Prologue: By Kyleigh Ellen St. James
He is walking away.
I stare. . . .standing there, my long, dark hair blowing in the wind as he walks away.I feel almost. . .unstable, so I put my hand on the tree. It is as if the world has gone black and white and grey, and I only noticed it now. I never knew it, didn't expect it. Just. . .suspected it, I know that now.
Yet still I stare, as he is walking away. Slow-motion. The moments are almost torture, pleasant torture, because I know the meaning behind his words. But can I say anything now?
The wind begins to pick up. . .I wish I could run. But I want it to rain. . .I'd stand there forever if I could. Just to stare at him. . . .
The wind is even faster. I stumble. . .and run forward to tell him the truth. Nothing will take this moment.
He loves me, and I love him, too.
Elle sighed as she lay her notebook down, then noticed a familiar face coming in through the door. With a small smile, she pinned her nametag onto her shirt and went to greet their regular customer, known to her as Mr. M.





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