A girl stood on the building. A smile came to her lips as she unties her hair, letting the beautiful pale hair shimmer in the moonlight. Her beautiful angled face, glowing. A sigh escapes her lips as she looked upon the city. 2 bodies lay behind her. The boy with jet black hair, in white. The girl was a brunette and in jet black. The girl had a long jagged scar across her face, impaled by her own sword. The boy had a bleeding nose and his neck was slit, blood dripping from his lips. His lifeless eyes once filled with joy were filled with tears, tears that will never be felt as it runs across his face. The girl took another breath. It's been a while. She pulls out her flute and pressed it to her lips and began to play. A beautiful melody filled with love and joy. Something the girl never had. The song ends, with the beautiful hand carved flute crushed under the girl's boot. Then, without a second thought, her body was falling.
Who had known dying felt so freeing?
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Falling.
General Fiction2 bodies laid on the rooftop. Another laid on the ground, blood pooling around her. Ezekiel had hated the girl that laid on the ground, but seeing her dead body sparked something painful inside him. He felt pity as he remembered what he did to her.
