"Are you prepared to die?"
He brought the cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply. His frozen grey eyes looked at Seattle directly, expecting her to answer is question. "If you were to die in the next few hours, would you be satisfied with they way you lived your life?"
Seattle looked away from the man who sat next to her, towards the empty, dark street. A lone streetlight flickered dully in the early morning air, a single car drove past, it's headlights shining brightly on the two youths that sat side by side on the side of the road, sharing a pack of cigarettes. Litter and garbage scattered the street, but nobody cared enough to clear it. The sun had just begun to rise, trying to break through the think gloomy clouds that had settled in the sky.
Was she prepared to die? Seattle thought as she flicked the small butt of her cigarette into the road by her black booted foot, and brought her heel to crush it slightly. She ran a hand through her raven hair, contemplating. Everyone died sooner or later, right? But, how could one prepare for something that it utterly permanant and indelible?
Seattle pulled out another cigarette, lighting it with one fluid motion. She glanced at the guy with pale, wide blue eyes. She shrugged her delicate shoulders, inhaling her cigarette and releasing the smoke that came out in a few small rings.
"Yes," she said, her voice drifted through the night, echoing down the street and bouncing off of buildings quietly.
"Do you care if you die?"
"Not really," she replied, turning her gaze back to the sunrise.
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This might be my new story, I don't know if I'll continue it, though. comment and vote if you like and I should continue it! xx
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Seattle
Romance(May or may not finish) Are you prepared to die? Seattle is. She doesn't care about death, though. Seattle doesn't care about anyone or anything. She doesn't care that she could die at any moment. When Sebastian enters her life, he is dead set into...
