Apricity
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Last published Mon, Jun 27, 2022
"Still," she smirked, pale hands glistening with a curious red substance that embraced her aunt's gun. "Vengeance is sweet, millions of times sweeter than revenge."
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She grabbed the gun and raised it to her head. She looked into his scared eyes, he was almost crying. She began tearing up. She barely could look at him. "Just go away! Please. Just get away from me. I'm a monster! Just go away." She said through her tears. "No, not without you. Just put the gun down." He cried in pain. It hurt her to hear his voice. Instead of his happy sweet voice, it was scratchy and sad. Her tears fell from her eyes down her cheeks splashing onto the floor. "Just leave me alone. I'm worth nothing." She cried. She closed her eyes not wanting to see the pain. She didn't want to see the look in his eyes when it was over. When she was over. She sobbed for a minute. She pulled the trigger.
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