A pink-haired girl stood in a charred house, holding a rope.
This is until a little red-haired girl spots her and finds her about to take her life.
She then asks what she is doing.
"I have watched all that I love wither; there is no point." The pink-haired girl exclaims
"You haven't withered yet, though." The little red-haired girl points it out in confusion.
"I have no love for myself." The pink-haired girl retaliates.
"Oh," the little red-haired girl muttered, "but why do you have no love for yourself? You are human."
"What does being human have to do with anything? Humans are terrible; all we do is
"What is your name?" The little red-haired girl shared
A long silence followed the pink-haired girl.
"I will be dead in a short time; there is no need for my name."
"Alright, then what is your favorite hobby?"
"My hobbies withered with all that I loved." The pink girl snapped.
"Oh, then, what were your favorite hobbies?"
"I used to enjoy gardening."
The little red-haired girl looked up and asked another question. And soon began the last conversation with the pink-haired girl.
They had sat and talked about both of their lives. A topic would be brought up if one had ended, but the conversation was like a ball of string, nice and soft, but with a limited amount of time, no matter how many extra strings were joined to the ball.
The little red-haired girl soon asked her last question.
"Since you are going to die soon, do you think you can help me?"
"You have my attention." The pink girl responded.
"I need you to grow something for me."
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Historia CortaMENTION OF: SUICIDE, DEATH, WEAPONS little red haired girl stumbles upon a pink haired girl holding a rope in a charred house. Note: I am really bad with grammar, so please excuse it. :)
