A Narrative Essay On Sal Hardy

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“Okay”,I said smiling at Caesar to reassure him. But, Amberly really needed more reassurance. She did everything selflessly because that was who she was, so leaving her eleven year-old brother might not be something within her ability. Amberly glanced down at her watch it was 11:59 and she could feel herself fading away. Amberly tried to stare at Caesar with intense concentration so maybe if she tried hard enough she wouldn’t have to leave him. It didn’t work, and the edges around Amberly’s vision went black as she looked down at herself to see her arms fading away into colored air. Caesar grasped her hand as a tear slowly fell down her cheek. Caesar slowly disappeared as she felt his hold on her hand slip away as he faded away into pitch blackness. Caesar smiled to calm her down because he knew she couldn’t be upset for Ben. As soon as Amberly left, Caesar walked over to the wall and slid down it and reached over to grab Amberly’s sweater. He sat there as time passed and played with the material. He already missed her and …show more content…

She reached her hands up to her eyes to wipe away the sleep. She twisted to stretch her back, feeling the soreness of falling after running into Caesar. She replayed the conversation that they had yesterday. Caesar was lying, she knew how much he needed her. At Caesar's other life he was abused and he had just recently gotten out of depression. If she left and she set him into a backward spiral she wouldn’t be able to live with herself. Noticing the late time, she pulled herself out of her thoughts and lazily pushed away the rough, vintage comforter and tiptoed across the cold wooden floor over to Ben's bed. She shook him awake trying to be gentle as he awoke softy to reveal his chocolate brown eyes. Ben let out a soft groan and rolled

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