
She walked - no, stumbled - to the well in the middle of that grassy field, hugging the stone wall to make up for her unsupportive legs. That once radiant yellow dress and suede corset were both worn and stained black; everything about her seemed like an old photograph, covered in the muck of the dying world around her. Even while she was turned towards the forest on the horizon, away from me, I knew there was still a patch over her cheek where she'd been... Bit. My rifle feels so heavy, but my muscles were ready for the weight; the scratched up, dirty scope still aiming directly for the soft spot in her neck under her messy bun that held her dark locks. Her small body twiched violently during the battle for her body that I knew she losing, and fast. Before I pulled the trigger and soon stared at her corpse, I knew what the world had shaped me into. In heaven, I hoped, she would undestand and forgive me for this. It's all I can hope now.Todos os Direitos Reservados
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