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by Malice Author IconMail Icon
Rated: E · Prose · Death · #1753246
Yeahh, I used to be depressed.
She runs through the hall as if being chased by a madman.
Collapsing to the ground and grabbing her gut,
She faintly calls out to him:
He who had stabbed her in the back,
Broke her heart;
He who will not take her forgiveness.
As he is walking down the hall to his class,
He hears her gasps for air,
And drops his backpack as he rushes over to her.
He asks what is wrong and insists on her to breathe.
As an answer to his question,
She removes her hands from her stomach,
And blood gushes from a wound.
For she had been fatally stabbed by an unknown attacker,
And she is dying.
Only,
She doesn't seem to be upset;
She is smiling as tears drip from her glossy eyes that don't appear to be seeing anything.
He asks her why she is smiling.
She says she had made a wish for something to happen before she died,
And it had come true.
She had wished for him to care.
And she dies in his arms.
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