I wrote this when I was very depressed and bored. Enjoy.
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The field of white daisies waved with the wind and let stray petals float into the distance. A girl dressed in a long blue silk dress lay motionless in between the flowers stained with blood.
'Oh no. No, no, please not her. Please not her. Kari!' A scarred and wounded boy ran over to her, and collapsed by her side.
'Oh God, she can't be dead. No, no! Kari, speak to me. Please don't die.' His voice faded as her breathless hand lay lifeless in his. He broke down crying, her scarlet blood smearing his torn clothes.
'Kari. Oh not my Kari.'
He rolled over to her side and held her limp body close to his. She was still warm, her hair smelt sweet and intoxicating. As the boy finally opened his tear filled eyes, he saw his only love laying dead on the crushed flowers she fell on. They were covered in her sweet blood, like roses. He picked the most beautiful flower from under her face, which lay in a painful smile. Her soft blonde hair fell in waves round her perfect face, framing her wide eyes. This sight pierced his head like an arrow, and would never leave him. He kneeled up, wiped his face of heartfelt tears and planted a small but piercing kiss on Kari's soft cheek. He lay her body carefully in his arms and carried her to his horse. He then lay her frail and limp body on the horses back and led it into the distance. The sun was setting behind him in a beautiful shad of pink, casting a shadow of his love in front of every step he took. Sometimes he would shut his eyes tightly hoping everything would go away, his whole life had been ruined. But then his white horse would gently breath its soft breath on him, and so he would continue on his way.
At last the sad party reached a clearing filled with dappled light from a weeping willow. This, he thought, is just what Kari would want. She loved it here- our first ever kiss was under that willow. He bowed his head with this thought, a small tear hit the dry earth next to his feet. He glanced up to her body, her hair blowing slightly with the breeze. She looked peaceful, like she was sleeping. Yes, she was just asleep. She'll wake up soon. All I have to do is sit here until she wakes.
But she didn't wake. He knew she wouldn't wake, but the thought lingered in his head. He got up from under the weeping willow where he had sat overnight, not sleeping, just staring at her body, waiting for it to stir.