The Rooftop

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Ripping me out of the sky I lay broken on the cold floor at the edge of a rooftop, my wings in shreds.

Pooled by my blood I try crawling 2 the shadows but I knew he already saw me. I didnt want 2 wait for him down here but I was 2 broken 2 leave

I see him circling in the sky above me his black wings so regal against the setting sun. Every turn he makes he gets closer 2 me.

I knew what he was doing, he was taunting me, using me like a toy in a game he likes 2 play. A winner every time how could I escape that?

Finally he planted his feet a few meters 4rm me. Even in the receding darkness his bright green eyes still shown ominously. He took a step forward smiling insanely & I moved back away 4rm him closer 2 the edge

His laughter erupted in the crisp air & I knew I would not see 2morrow. He walked 2wards me but I turned 2 look at the view of the distance

I would die 2day I thought but not by his hands & satisfying smile. Taking in a deep breath I reached 4 my blade & slid the tip into my

heart._

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