I PROMISE, I am still working on Prank Wars! I'm almost done with chapter 3! It'll be up in the next few days! This was just on the bus! This is dedicated to my only-friend-on-ffn-that-I'm-also-friends-with-in-real-life, Caroline (the-sarcastic-cynic).
Disclaimer: I'm 14. Do the math.
There.
There she is. Just as she always was, long ago. Her hair long and silky, her face round and smiling, her eyes kind and soft in their little child way. She is happy, she is taken care of.
I reach my hand out to her, but she seems distant and far away, though she seems to be right beside me. She is beautiful and innocent. She is as she always should have been. She is holy.
Someone takes me in their arms, and I can see my little angel radiate one last sad smile, then turn away, vanishing. No! No, she was here! She was here, in her mother's arms again, where she belongs! Do not leave me, my angel! I will see you again, in a place far better than the war-torn earth. Someday, you will be again beside me, in a place not yet imagined by the lonely men of this wretched place. I will see you above the clouds, beyond the stars.
Cosette.
I'm sorry this was short!