I took the gun form the silence nameless boy.

Raced to the barricade and readied myself.

Braced myself for the definite change of death.

No hesitation as I took aim to one of them.


There, just when I thought I'd die,

the nameless boy took the gun to his hand,

aimed at his own chest.

He was shot immediately.

Only then I noticed he was here.

The one who led me to the love of life.


Looking up to meet my eyes,

she smiled but instantly choked.

I saw the look of love, desire, pain in her eyes.

Handing me a letter with bloody hands.

She closed her eyes, at peace at last.


By Victoria

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