The stonewall dug painfully into his back, the scrapes and cuts covering his body stinging as water seeped into them but he did not move.
Soon they would come for him or the darkness would. He wouldn’t fight either.The rhythmic splatter of rain against his head ceased. Had the time come already?
For a moment he wanted to yank his arm from her grasp, terrified by the surge of energy but that soon disappeared.
“Are you ok? Can you walk?” he whispered urgently to her.
He smiled and pulled her into a hug. “You did. You gave me a reason to live. To fight.”
And he smiled, running into the mass of men, fists ready to fight, now he had something to fight for.
He sat there, chestnut hair slicked with rain, shivering from the cold of his sodden clothes. The stonewall dug painfully into his back,here i think you should at least up a . or maybe a ; would fit in here the scrapes and cuts covering his body stinging as water seeped into them but he did not move.
Closing his eyes, he invited in the dark and the nothingness, waiting for it to wash over him. He welcomed it, wanting it to end his torment.
Soon they would come for him or the darkness would. He wouldn’t fight either. i don't think this really fits in well, maybe if you rephrase it.
Slowly his eyes fluttered open and moved to see the lively green irises of a small girl looking back.
She looked him over, a red umbrella clutched in her hand now serving as protection from the relentless rain.
“But I never do…catch cold.”
“I’m not supposed to do this Maybe a . here would help this sentence flow more easily but…I don’t care if Mummy says bad things will happen. i would put a ! here to show how determined this little girl is I’ve decided.”
“Over there! A light!”“He must be over there!”“Quick! Get the guard!”
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