Snowfall (SpecialShipping)

You Have A Choice

Red's P.O.V.

The silence was deafening. She... loved me? I stood there, like a sad lump. No, I was a sad lump. A hopeless lump. A defeated lump. I didn't even get to tell her that I loved her back. Do I love her? Can I still love her, now that she's... now that she's...

I fell to my knees before her lifeless body. She laid face down in the melted snow, tinged with her own, innocent blood. I shook my head in disbelief, a tear rolling down my cold cheek. A shaky hand caught her shoulder, and pulled her towards me. "H-hey, Yellow." I choked out. Her forehead had a huge gash in it, her golden hair tainted by it. The blood trickled into her closed eyes. There was no movement. Her hands were stripped of all skin; you could see the bone in some areas. It was morbid- disgusting, but still all too real. She had no expression on her lifeless face, and she looked so relaxed. If it wasn't for all of this blood, anyone would have thought that she was sleeping. But now she is sleeping forever.

    "Are y-you ready yet? T-to go b-back home?" I asked, wiping away the blood on her pale face. "E-everyone is missing u-us." I ripped off a piece of my own jacket and wrapped around the wound on her head. "Are you really gone?" I asked, but no one responded. "We still have so many adventures to go on, so many people to meet, so many..." I pulled her closer to me as the tears really began to fall.

"I love you too, Yellow."

    "You are such an idiot!" I looked up quickly to see a dead man still alive. My eyes widened. Claude- he- Yellow sacrificed her life for nothing. It didn't matter- any of it. Why her? Why not me? Why is it always her?

     Yellow didn't leave without a trace, I thought under further inspection. He had no skin- just blood and broken bones. Lots of blood. It was oozing out of him like a river, making the air smell horrid and metallic. He had no hair, and a deep crater was where his left eye was. It was horrifying to think that Yellow could have been like that too. Yellow...

    "How could you think you could kill me? What's funny is that your mother tried the same thing! And now you're with her..." He reached for his pocket as his head sagged, making him look even more sinister than he was before. His dark brown eyes gleamed a dark radiance, one that wasn't there before. I wasn't afraid. Just shocked. Ultimately, I would never be the same.

Something glinted off of the clouded sun that Claude pulled out of whatever was left of his jeans. A knife. "And you are going to be with them too!" He shouted maniacally, struggling to stay on his feet, adrenaline the only thing keeping him alive. I rested Yellow's head back into the snow gently, and stood up. I silently glared him down, afraid that if I spoke I would crack like the weak person I am on the inside.

"Die." He said, walking towards me slowly. He tripped over himself, and crumpled to the wet ground. The knife in his hand dropped down beside him. I glanced at it for a second, then picked it up. I tossed it from hand to hand, inspecting it. It was a regular kitchen knife. Did he really think he could kill me, in his state? Now... should I kill him?

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Now stop right there, reader.
No, this is not the author. I mean, wouldn't Rin add a few parentheses and a "A/N"?
Heh, no. Here is a question for you.
Do you want power? Yes, you. The reader.
Power to mold the story the way you want it to be? How could you say no? This is a direct question to you.