A dancing leaf in the breeze. A swollen tree where a short haired redhead lay bleeding, supplying the thick roots with a coat of crimson. Leaves fell onto his paling face covering the dirt and bruises.
He almost made it... Almost.
"But almost isn't enough."
At least not for a replica.
The pain in his side had dulled minuets before, replacing itself with the feeling of blood flowing from the large tear his skin. Emerald eyes losing their shine, his body losing it's feel on the earth. His skin felt so cold, but his insides were so warm.
He was so happy he'd made it as far as he did, so grateful for being able to do so.
He couldn't have done it without his friends. They were such wonderful people. Each one had there odd quirk but he loved them nonetheless.
"If only I could see them again... One last time"
The boy coughed, a stream of blood ghosting down his chin from the edges of his mouth. The tree began to blur as black spots clouded his vision.
"I didn't do it..." The redhead whispered
"You did enough." Another voice said.
The boy smiled weakly feeling, what he thought to be the wind, smooth his bangs away from his eyes. A small breeze blew the leaves off of the tree above him spreading them along the ground.
"Are you ready come back now?" the voice asked
"...Where?"
"Home Luke... Your going home"
"Oh..."
The redhead opened his eyes to search for the owner of the voice, closing them when his vision turned dark. He could feel his heart slow, losing all feeling with the steady decline of blood. The branches of the tree swayed back and forth saying there good byes to the fallen hero.
He'd gotten so close... So close
So very very close.
Just close.
"I couldn't do it..." Luke whispered
"You tried."
"I tried... I tried... I … I... I tried"
Goodness that was short!
I have to work on making them longer still.. Oh well.
Thank you once again for reading :) Your interest does mean a lot. I will continue to work on lengthening my stories and my terrible grammar haha.