The Flowers Of Mid-Night

while his hands reek from the blood of the innocent, he still rummages through the bits and pieces of life.....
as he looks for a chance his eyes falls on the white ghostly figure that stood in a distance as his body worked on its own as if he saw his own reflection...he stepped out of his car, seeing her standing over the cemented part of the bridge that divided her from the waters that lay beneath
her eyes wept in pain, her body screaming in vain. she gave up too easily...

'is it sympathy'
'is it an act of empathy'
his world is about survival and they do anything to do that....
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