The Dream

A girl with pale blonde hair with grey eyes and a boy with black hair, he is her best friend She can always count on him no matter what,  they look to be about 18 or so, sit by a fast flowing river . He stands up as the wind picks up and grabs her hand pulling her up. She smiles  and hugs him they start to walk. The boy laughs and steps on the edge of the bank smiling joking around. The wind blows harder the boy looses his footing and falls backwards. The girl gasps and reaches for him she grabs his hand and falls to the ground she  doesn't let go of the boys hand she tries to pull him to the bank the water making it hard for to hold on she starts to slip. The river soon rips the boy from her hand he travels down the river. She cries out and runs after the boy along the bank. The boy slips under the water and doesn't come up she drops to her knee's crying.

I sit up crying I feel as tho my heart has been ripped out.