Last Leaf
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It all came toppling down. One moment, I was there, smiling and laughing with the human faces that girdled me. Exchanging ideas, offering help, and covering for each other's antics. I don't know. It- It just happened too quickly for me to process. Was it a fire? I wasn't sure, and I find it difficult to say. But if there's something I know, it's that I did not deserve it to happen. None of us did. We weren't born to spill blood. Not me, not any of them out there. All those corpses that lay there, embracing my spines to spell a creepy chill, whispering into the hot zephyr kissing my torsos. They have me bound like a volcano, the inferno bubbling with every passing moment, the fiery rage that rushes through my veins, not dying out. All I know is that I have to do this. You know what? Business never seemed to interest me until you did it, to make me lose my loved one once. Now I'll ensure you lose yours, with your respect, and your dignity a thousand times more. As the last leaf on their tree, the last hope for their survival, I'd do it all to ensure your payback. With excellent interests. Because last leaves don't wither. They hold their heels to witness spring, and its peers entering a fresh chapter, and then kiss the ground with a smile on their faces to spill.
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I'm about to tell you a story about a girl. A normal girl. A girl that had no cares in the world, until her trust for it was stripped away. When you read her story, you'll find yourself trusting her, loving her, rooting for her. But you see, not everyone gets to trust the world. Not everyone has a happy ending. --- Halfway through the kiss however, his attitude changed; instead of being a loving embrace, it became a fierce trap. His grip on her waist tightened, trapped her where she was instead of simply holding her where he wanted her. The hand in her hair grabbed a section of it, enforcing his demand for her not to go anywhere. Before she knew what was happening, he left go of her hair, and pushed her to the ground. She gasped, suddenly able to breathe. He stood up and walked over to her. He placed a soft hand on her cheek, just like he used to when he was telling her how special she was to him. None of the emotion was there this time however, all she could feel radiating from his was rage. "You shouldn't have run off, babe," he said bitterly. "I was about to show you how much I loved you. Instead, I now have to show you what happens when you anger me." --- The men regarded her, before she was shoved to the ground and one produced a whip. There, laying broken on the floor, as the other girls watched, she was whipped. Slowly, she felt her skin breaking in time with her heart and her will.

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