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Make sure I know who's taking you home.
Evening was coming and there was a pleasant breeze passing. There was a swing attached to an old oak tree that rocked idly in the wind. The ropes were frayed and stained. The grass no longer grew in the area below the swing.
"Push me!" She was young, with wavy hair always covering her jade eyes.
"Say what?" He too was young, but what his gray eyes had seen begged to differ.
"Um...push me..please?" She turned around to face him, if only for a moment, with her undeniable look of sad longing. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair before admitting defeat. "Sure, why not."
Her face lit up as she jumped into the swing and dangled her feet back and forth excitedly. The blades of grass tickled her barefeet. "But...not too high, please?"
He nodded as he began pushing. She seemed almost weightless as she went back and forth, his arms working mechanically to keep her in the air. Then, in the flash of a second, he saw something that frightened him. Her dress was stained with blood, her face flush from struggling. She would, however, no longer cry for help because there was no one to hear her. In fact, she wouldn't even cry at all. His hands were also stained with blood. And he felt satisfied.
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