blood // vigilante Deku au //
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Last published Wed, Feb 15, 2023
I found him upon the edge, legs dangling above the void, lost in thought it seemed. "What are you thinking of, kid" I asked, his back still turned, face towards the now rising sun. I waited as he spoke. "The past.". "Why", I thought. making my way beside him. "You know," he laughed "a few years back a little boy sat on this very edge, and dreamt of jumping" his eyes flashing towards mine, a haunting weight hung in the air, it was painfully thick. "He never woke up" the glowing emeralds then flicked back into position, seemingly dulling at the thought. ...DROP the sound of blood dripping against stone could be heard, cutting through the silence. the trickle turned to a flow, ruby liquid pooling at my feet, pouring over the edge, towards the abyss. "WELP I ought to be going! you know how it is eraser" he leapt up, now balancing on the railing. "adios amigo!" and with that, he was gone.
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