pink clouds her vision as she takes her glasses off, the lights from the motel reflecting. she wipes the lenses on her shirt hoping to make a difference, but none appears.
pink. pink is all he sees as he clambers through broken glass to reach the end. but the end of what?
pink. pink is what she sees when she gets closer to the foggy motel.
hes staring down a loaded gun and shes biting back tears as she runs for the door
he doesnt pull the trigger