Crashed…
I
crashed into this artsy. I instantly liked it and came up with a script from
it.The story was also inspired by an incident my younger brother went where he got a stab wound.
Miriko rested her head on Roux’s
chest. The raindrops fell with the tears on her cheeks and with a cry she said,
“Roux, if you love me, will you stop? Taking the law in your hands is—”
“No, Miriko, a vigilante had to
do what a vigilante must do.” It took his will to pull her close with his hand
through her nape while a pistol is clenched on the other. His back still
throbbing from the gunshot wound of his recent fight. He kept it by
straightening up while looking far away.
In a louder protest, “Please.
Listen to me. You’re fueling the rage and you know it’s killing you since. I
don’t want to lose you. I love you so much.” More tears gushed out. She pulled
him even closer through his shirt.
He felt that he’s losing too much
blood, their weight getting heavier. He leaned on the railing. “Shhh. Like this
rain, you’ll see it’s going to end soon and then you’ll never have to cry
because of me. But for now & for so many reasons, you’ll just have to let
them fall. The drops may sting your eyes but at least you’ll feel good after a
free shower, right?” He had managed to give a thin smile and everything,
including Miriko, started to get black.
Hahaha.
I don’t know what came over me… I like my heroes to have a great sense of
rumor, I mean, humor not femur… Grrrrr…
