"..." P.O.V.
Here I was, sobbing away the tears in my eyes. It was as if they couldn't stop. No matter what I tried, more and more of it kept on rushing out. I used my arms to rub them away like I was an unruly child that caused the problem affecting them. Even then, I was crying over and over and nobody came to help. It was pathetic, beyond embarrassing. How the hell could I be in such a state? I'm supposed to support these girls in their time of need. Now, I can't even do that, even with Ms. Watson's help. It was completely beyond me. It sucked all hope out of me. I was empty. Watery was my eyes, stained was my face, wet was my suit and blood on my hands. I'm a failure as a supporter.
"..."
Looking at my hands again, they began to tremble, shaking without self-control. Keeping calm was a far cry of a wish I wanted to be granted. I was numb. On my knees in the rain, I was soaked and chilled to the bone. My bloody sword by my side was being cleansed by the rain. In the alleyway with me sat the body of one of the girls from my partner's friends. Leaning her back against the soaked wall, her body was...
"What a disgusting parent she has."
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Lost One
FanfictionFor the first time, time has forsaken her. Through many trials, she fought for what was possible. And in every end, she lost. So she sent a partner in crime to help her with her troubles. What will become of the future that time forbade her from see...
