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− | + | Her favorite place is and always will remain, The Faroe Islands, in Denmark, though it has been three years since was there last. This is her mother's home, and where her heart is trapped. For as long as she could remember, she has dreamed about the mist covered mountains, the silvery blue ocean and cold, crisp North Atlantic air. Even now, when she closes her eyes, she can taste and smell the sharp, salty air and hear the sound of the waves splashing against the rocky shore. Being there was always the best times. It was her second home and there, even though their cliff side home was a £2.2 million mansion, it didn't matter if she were rich or poor. All that mattered was the family she loved and who loved her, and the endless days of exploring along the rocky beach for seashells and other treasures. She was always sad when they had to go back to London in August. It always felt like she was leaving her heart behind... | |
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− | + | "He just vanished. Not just from my life, but from the Earth too, it seemed. He wasn't at the house his family rented for the summer and they were upset and confused, too. He was simply gone. For days the the small police force searched for him, for clues. He was officially labelled a missing person. Not a trace was found. Well, not at first. Then, about a week later, a bag of blood stained clothing was found near the harbor in Tórshavn. Nothing else. Just bloody clothes. The police said, though that there had been so much so blood, it literally soaked every stitch, as though the fabric itself was made of pools of blood, left to dry and then molded and shaped into clothing. The police said that no one could have survive having lost that amount of blood. The police said...it was -his- blood. -His- DNA. The police said he was dead. The police said they were now changing the case from a missing person's investigation to a murder investigation. The police said they were changing a search and rescue operation to a recovery operation. The police said they were going to recover his body. The police said he was dead...That he was dead.....Dead... I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. It couldn't be true. He was still alive. Somewhere. He would come back." | |
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Latest revision as of 15:32, 23 June 2020
Her favorite place is and always will remain, The Faroe Islands, in Denmark, though it has been three years since was there last. This is her mother's home, and where her heart is trapped. For as long as she could remember, she has dreamed about the mist covered mountains, the silvery blue ocean and cold, crisp North Atlantic air. Even now, when she closes her eyes, she can taste and smell the sharp, salty air and hear the sound of the waves splashing against the rocky shore. Being there was always the best times. It was her second home and there, even though their cliff side home was a £2.2 million mansion, it didn't matter if she were rich or poor. All that mattered was the family she loved and who loved her, and the endless days of exploring along the rocky beach for seashells and other treasures. She was always sad when they had to go back to London in August. It always felt like she was leaving her heart behind...
"He just vanished. Not just from my life, but from the Earth too, it seemed. He wasn't at the house his family rented for the summer and they were upset and confused, too. He was simply gone. For days the the small police force searched for him, for clues. He was officially labelled a missing person. Not a trace was found. Well, not at first. Then, about a week later, a bag of blood stained clothing was found near the harbor in Tórshavn. Nothing else. Just bloody clothes. The police said, though that there had been so much so blood, it literally soaked every stitch, as though the fabric itself was made of pools of blood, left to dry and then molded and shaped into clothing. The police said that no one could have survive having lost that amount of blood. The police said...it was -his- blood. -His- DNA. The police said he was dead. The police said they were now changing the case from a missing person's investigation to a murder investigation. The police said they were changing a search and rescue operation to a recovery operation. The police said they were going to recover his body. The police said he was dead...That he was dead.....Dead... I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't. It couldn't be true. He was still alive. Somewhere. He would come back."