Past lives

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I hid in an alleyway.I curled into a little ball.I saw two handguns filled with ammunition.I remembered that I used to be a gunslinger.I picked up the guns.I saw two bottles.I shot the guns and busted both bottles."Well lil' lady,where did you learn to shoot like that?",a drunken voice said with a knife in his hand.He ran towards me.I flipped in the air and shot a bullet through his head."Eh,where's Scotty?",a group of drunks said.They saw the body."Rose!",William yelled as he reached for my hand.I pointed the gun in his direction.William's eyes were wide.The drunks ran towards me.I jumped in the air and twirled as I started shooting.One after one,they collapsed.I landed on my feet and emptied the bullets."Wow,I didn't know you were a gunslinger.",Ronald said as he walked towards me.I pointed my other gun to his head."Put them down..",Grell said as he held throwing knives.He threw them,but I flipped and shot my bullets.Grell jumped and grabbed me.He shook me and kept yelling "wake up".I realized what I have done."None of you were supposed to see that.",I said as I looked down.It stared to rain.The shirt and my hair were wet and my corset was viewable.I walked away In shame."William,did you know she was a gunslinger?!?Cause what she did was friggin cool!",Ronald said with excitement."No I had no idea but back off.",William said defensively as he glared."Also,Why was she wearing your shirt?",Ronald added.William sighed and ran towards me.I just ran to the graveyard,that's the only place I feel emotions.I went to visit my own grave."Rosemary Lillian sutcliff.",William said,"That's a beautiful name to me."I turned around and squeaked."If I would ever have a daughter I would love to name her Lillian.",William continued."Really?Thats interesting.If I ever had a son I would name him William.",I said as I continued looking at my grave.William smiled at the fact I said that.I sighed deeply and tears started stinging my eyes."You know,my father killed himself too.My mother was brutally murdered.I had a passion with guns when I was ten,I would always shoot them at bottles.",I said as I stood up.William looked at me passionately as a shy smile curled into his face."I hate to see you sad,your the only thing that makes me happy in this hellish void.",William said as he put his hand on my shoulder.I smiled and put my hand on his."Come with me.I have a place for you to keep warm.",William said as he grabbed my hand and walked.I followed him in wonder.We walked into his office and he sat down on the couch.I lay down next to him.I lay my head in his lap and smiled.William smiled back to me."William,I love you.",I said.William started blushing and caressing my face.I leaned up and kissed him.I placed my head on his chest and doze off...

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