red [complete]

ten || run

she's gone.

a wisp of perfume lingers.

bags packed,

she leaves,

hides,

runs.

and yet he finds her.

she fights,

with every tooth,

with every nail,

bloodied knuckles

pummeling down like

harsh rain

tearing

into his face.

he doesn't fight back.

she pauses,

clicking off the safety of her gun,

prepped to kill.

he doesn't fight back

but instead,

he speaks.