Four Years to Late

“You’re scaring me. Stay away, please just leave me be! I’ll scream, and then you’ll see. Somebody will save me!” Calvin warned the stranger dressed in black.

The stranger laughed, “If that was the case, I say your saviors would arrive four years to late.”

Calvin blinked confused, as the sun began to rise. Delicate ray wafted across his skin, turning  him and the stranger into the morning mist.

 

 

 

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