Dying like the rest of us. |
White ...
Was it what death looked like?
White ... Like his hair, floating in the air.
Cascading like a waterfall.
No...
It couldn't be!
He wasn't dead... Not yet...
It couldn't be.
He couldn't die.
Not here, not now.
"I never thought I would see you this weak" He heard a cold laugh.
"...I-i'm ..." He gasped as he felt pain rushing through his enteire body.
"F-fuck" He balanced himself on the giant sword he held in his right hand.
FUCK!
He coulnd't die here.
Impossible.
It coulnd't be.
"Give it up, old man" Same cold laugh, piercing his body.
He growled loudly, feeling blood run down his wound.
'Oh bitch, I neeever thought you would die this easily' Stupid voice in his head.
He roared loudly. Fuck! He couldn't die.
He blinked twise, gripping the sword tighter.
He wouldn't miss next time...
He would survive...
He felt his whole body split apart.
Repeting the word 'fuck' over and over he fell to the floor.
He coulnd't die.
Not here.
Not now.
"I never thought... That you, of all people, would die. This easily"
Fucking voice.
He growled, sounding more like a sad choke.
He didn't have any strenght left.
Didn't ...
Have any ...
White hair cascading like a waterfall.
Limbs laying limp.
Ragged breathing.
Over...
He closed his eyes.
Giving in to Death.
It was all over now...
Yuujis död. En av mina karaktärer helt enkelt.
Jag suger på att skriva på engelska, men håll ut >__>
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