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| 4 Years Later

Four years in my current job.

No promotion,
No demotion.

I walk around the usual garden,
Listening to twittering of the birds,
Imagining how delicious their tender meat is.

Then rain pours like cats and dogs.

I run to a shed,
It is not without anyone.

Who is this?

Gray eyes,
And very nostalgic.

He unsheathes his silver sword,
Brilliant like his eyes.

I blank out,
His blade stabs my chest.

Very confused,
I still cannot say a word,
Not a voice out of me.

Very painful...

Pain...

I do not want to die...

There is more pain as he pulls out his sword,
I gasp for life,
But it is really hard to grasp.

"You are a devil...!"

Rather than surprise,
I feel he just acknowledged my existence.

His gray eyes reflected,
Recognition I cannot fathom.

His gray eyes reflected,Recognition I cannot fathom

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