𝘽𝙉𝙃𝘼 𝙓 𝘽𝙎𝘿 -----------------------------------------------------
➸𝙄𝙣 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪
➸A REALITY IN WHICH
a suicidal girl strives to become hero
right after she associated with the villains.
How ironic.
»vari...
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"Of late a gloomy rain has been falling almost incessantly. Whatever I do depresses me." —————————————————————————
The steady pound of her footsteps echoed into her ears. She felt a bead of sweat roll down her forehead and splatter to her chin. The soles of her shoes hitting the ground loudly. The blood pounded in her ears. Her heart thudded in her chest. All those sounds simply felt like background noises to her.
(Y/N) fled down the corridor, desperately looking for a door or something to lead her to him. She sped around a corner, bouncing off one wall, arms flailing to keep her balance. Her chest heaved as she drew in huge gasps of air while forcing herself to ignore the agony in her legs. She couldn't stop. She just had to run and run and run.
Taking a sharp turn, her knees almost gave out. Fear took over her like shadows take over the night. Her eyes widen, a prettified glow radiating in them. Without having the time to collect her frantic thoughts, her body lunged forward.
"Odasaku!"
Her black coat flew off her shoulders, but she didn't care to look back. She rushed towards Oda's side and immediately dropped down and examined his body. A bullet wound. It pierced through his chest and blood is pooling on the floor at a dangerous rate.
Carefully, (Y/N) lifted up Oda's body. A strained gasp rippled from her throat as she felt a liquid coating her hand. Blood. Not hers, his.
With a sinking heart and a nervous tremor, she tried her best to speak. "Idiot! You damn idiot!"
"I know..."
The blood started to soak into her bandages, making her cringe. Never in her life has she ever imagined Oda's blood touching her skin. It felt too unreal.
Oda groaned in pain. "...(Y/N)."
"No, shut up! Stop talking, you might still make it. You will make it! Just don't talk!" (Y/N) felt sick. She had to get it out. She needed Oda to stop talking so she could get him some help, surely he'd be okay. this can't be it, it can't be.
Oda raised his hand and ran his fingers through the girl's hair, catching her off guard. "Listen to me." His voice was weak and hoarse. (Y/N) was about to cut him off from talking until he gently creased her face.
"You told me that you might find a reason to live...if you lived in a world of violence and bloodshed, right?"
(Y/N) pulled his body closer towards her. "Yes, yes I did. But who cares about what I said. I need to get you out of here—"
