The Last Leaf

Nineave He agreed to Nineave's suggestion and it made her feel good that she had someone to listen to her and vis versa. Roscorro followed her to the large dip in the hill. Nineave laid down at the back end and closed her eyes. Sleep would not come. All that would was the heavy thundering of the rain as the night continued. This place just did not feel right. It was cold and there was no sand to support her on the hard dirt floor. This was not paradise. Nineave noticed that Roscorro had not laid down to rest, instead he stood watching the rain at the front of the hollow. This would not do at all for Nineave. She rose and walked over to sand next to him. "The rain is a gift and a curse in this world. It gives life to those who need it most, and it gives death to those who need it least. My mother told me that once, when I was young. The rain had taken my father and she tried to protect me so that it did not take me too. I was all she had." A single tear rolled down Nineave's face at the painful memory. She leaned on Roscorro for warmth in the cold, dark, and dreadful night. The rain pounded on. "Talk." The Day is a playground, and the Night is death.

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