77.) his words (the prelude)

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I remember an ancient song.
Where the child picks a dandelion with a dying hope in their heart and then it all goes wrong.

"Oh, but just because hearts are red
doesn't mean all pairs will end in bloodshed."
I had said.

I had looked into her eyes, with tears in mine.
I had been shot in the shoulder, a deep bullet wound, I was destined to die that night.
So I grabbed her by the ear and brought it closer to mine,
and whispered "If I can't have it then at least give yourself the chance to have it, alright?"

But she was crying too, as she was about to lose me; her father.
I could not stay, I had failed in my mission, nothing but a failure, soon to be gone.
My blood was everywhere, before her.
So I gave her the locket and pointed to John.

"I can't let you die,"
"You can't fight fate."
"I won't let them cry,
it isn't too late!"

"Oh, but it is, I was always doomed, destined to die in a pool of my own blood."
"How could you say that! You are not broken brick or fallen wood!"

"No, daughter, I fear I am worse.
I fear I am some twisted curse."
"Father! Keep your eyes open! Tell me you take those words back!"
"I will never, now let me die, let me see nothing but black."

My last act was handing her my tiger's eye, burying it deep into her palms, forcibly.
She had no choice but to take it, as the world fell behind us, she had to be the phoenix to rise from the ashes eventually.
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