The 1st paragraph.... :)

I remember it all very well, like the back of my hand. That day when he came to save me. He is kind of like me in a way and he saved me because he had to. And there he is, on his back, when someone is pulling me away from his bloody body, looking at me with pained eyes. I try to reach him, I pull and pull. I run, but I think it's too late. And now I can't even save him.

New Story!!

Hey, new story coming up!!           No title and I'm still building up on the characters! Not all people have a title for the story as soon as they start... like I don't. Some people don't add it until the very end... I'm excited!!   Hope you like it, and maybe you can help me pick out a title too :)