-LOOK AT IT!-
"No."
-LOOK!-
"No..."
-LOOK NOW, DAMN YOU.-
I can't help it... I want to walk away, to leave but that voice is so loud in me. I give in. I look, her dress is ripped and torn, a pretty pink mess. Her hair is like a golden halo parted around her face. Her lips are thin and eyes solemn it looks as if she would get up and give me that same scolding look she always gives me when i've done wrong. Though she wont, she can't because her skulls caved in; blood matted into her blonde hair.
-You've done this.-
"No. No i just-"
-yes, yes you just wanted her dead and now she is. Congrats you've become a monster among men-
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