𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖊'𝖘 𝖁𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖊

𝕾𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌

"Giorno," She rubbed her fingers against the silk.
He turned to look at her.
"What is it?" He asked, setting down his coffee cup on the platter.
Soule Abbacchio was being stared at with eyes of confusion before she spoke again.

"What will you do now?" She closed her eyes.
"Hm?" Giorno stood up from his chair and sat beside her, kneeling.
"Bucciarati's dead, Leone's dead, Narancia is dead..what now?" Soule asked, looking at him.
"I...I don't know."

"I was around every death. When we were at the Colosseum, near the shore! I was with them..." Giorno's eyes looked down from her gaze.
The smell of her perfume entered his nose and the aroma calmed him down, but not her.
"You weren't the cause of their deaths, Soule."

"Yes I was! I—"
"You weren't the cause!" He interrupted the girl's words.
She stood up, kicking Giorno in the back and stomping off.
He didn't bother to get her. It is best to leave her be, he thought.

Soule was found sleeping on the ground in the next room.
He rested a blanket over her and closed the door.
Tears stained her face, her lipstick fading.
Leave her be.

-200 words.