A day like any other. A simply calm and peaceful dawn. Nothing out of order. Nothing of any worry. A boy. No, a man. Everything was about to change. Life as he knew it could no longer exist within him. Happiness, love, hatred... dissipating faster than his weakened heartbeat. Pain; all he had left. His suffering echoing eternally throughout his empty body. Each bead of sweat burning in his pores. The pain seared at his heart, eating him alive. The same instant running though his head, tormenting him further. In his tortured mind, he could see it. He watched her die. The crimson regret flowing from her throat as though it were nothing, while within himself, he could feel her pain amplified by a lifetime. It was tearing him apart. His mind spun. He could feel himself lose his balance. It was all gone. And it had all started out a day like any other. A simply calm and peaceful dawn. Nothing out of order. Nothing of any worry. A boy. No, a man.1
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This was the original foreword for my manuscript. It's horribly fragmented, but it was done to achieve a very 'final' feel, as my teacher told me. This was written nearly two years ago. I don't like it, but I like to see what other people think of what I write. Any critiques?
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