#126 -The Birds_The Weeknd

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Her hair is covering her face. The gun warm in her hands. She was pointing at the now the mess beside me. The blood consumed the walls and my face like ink. She sobs. "I told not to, Harry I told not to sleep with her." She said her voice cracking like a broken record skipping with every word. "It was Thursday girl...Y/N." I look down at Wednesday who is nothing but but a mass of blood, flesh and lace. Her bloods still on my lips. "I told you not to fall. I told you not to fall for someone like me because it will kill you. But I guess it got some else killed." I said coldly as I wipe my face and then, she points the gun at me. The barrel against my head. I could almost hear the birds screech off to the distance. It was nothing sweet about it, it was bitter and as cold as my heart and as hot as the hand that was shaking the trigger. "You-"

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