Shell (An Excerpt)
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"I was all alone. No one could save me. Not even you."

Shell (An Excerpt)

My hand lingers on the books, eyes wildly scanning the titles.

My hand lingers on the books, eyes wildly scanning the titles. So much to read, yet so little time.

My hand lingers on the books, eyes wildly scanning the titles. So much to read, yet so little time. Taking several moments, I find a few books, tucking them against my side as I browse.

Mouth agape, I lose myself within the timeless library.

Mouth agape, I lose myself within the timeless library. Until a loud curse and crash echo from my left.

Clutching the numerous books in my arms, I follow the deep curses.

Clutching the numerous books in my arms, I follow the deep curses. With a peek around the wooden bookcase, a hazardous pile of books lay, pages fanning in protest.

Clutching the numerous books in my arms, I follow the deep curses. With a peek around the wooden bookcase, a hazardous pile of books lay, pages fanning in protest. My head snaps up at another curse, the bundle in my arms joining those on the ground.

Bloodshot eyes glare at me, his shorter stature tense and agitated. His biceps flex against the crutches as he tries to maintain balance.

Bloodshot eyes glare at me, his shorter stature tense and agitated. His biceps flex against the crutches as he tries to maintain balance. The right, lower half of his leg is missing,

Bloodshot eyes glare at me, his shorter stature tense and agitated. His biceps flex against the crutches as he tries to maintain balance. The right, lower half of his leg is missing, the extra material of his shorts swishing with the frustrated movements.

Quickly, I meet his gaze, seeing the similar features of my best friend.

Quickly, I meet his gaze, seeing the similar features of my best friend. The same, light, almost innocent, blond hair. Narrow nose and high cheekbones.

The only thing that's different is the look in his eye.

He's a man who's seen the horrors of war. And survived.

Steven Clarke growls, swiping a crutch in my direction, "What? Never seen a one-legged man?"

Stepping out from the aisle, knowing the looming bookcase had hidden most of me from view,

Stepping out from the aisle, knowing the looming bookcase had hidden most of me from view, I watch the subtle softness ease into his tortured gaze.

Although the hackle-raised shoulders don't lower for a second, and the tight, jaw clenching doesn't lessen,

Although the hackle-raised shoulders don't lower for a second, and the tight, jaw clenching doesn't lessen, I know he recognizes me.

And what happened to me.

And what happened to me. Who I was.

And what happened to me. Who I was. Who I am.

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