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"To far from the heart to kill you," announced Basil. I took the damp blue cloth and pressed it to my knee. The cut was relatively small compared to those of past injuries. Yet, I knew I'd get scolded. Basil sighed deeply, "How many times have I told you not to run in the streets, Dahlia?" One of his infamous questions that weren't to be answered. Though if I did answer it would have only been a few times when I was younger. Blood soaked into the cloth and it annoyed me. I wouldn't have fallen if it hadn't been for the ceremony this morning. Attire included girls wearing formal dresses and heels. Heels obliviously were the culprit to my demise. Typically I am light on my feet but I'm not accustomed to running in such dreaded shoes.
Basil was an elderly man, who's eyes always seemed to hold the weight of the world. His face weathered and each wrinkle was the end result of earning wisdom. He isn't my grandpa as many might assume but he's my close friend. The one I can confide in and marvel at whatever we considered to be important. Honestly he was my only friend unless my older siblings and my wold hybrid count. According to my all-knowing mother, they don't count. My brother, Clove, is kind and reminded me that just because we are blood related, we aren't any less of friends. Basil's white hair was combed neatly back and he wore a earthy toned clothing. The elderly man was one who rarely showed his age, as he lowered himself into his ancient leather recliner. In response to the amount of weight the recliner creaked in protest. Then he calmly inquired, "Are you going hunting today?"