Exigency
Ahhh, life is busy ;_;
Throwing out a quick drabble to keep the journal alive.
Green couldn’t act fast enough; the air is already saturated with the raw odor of blood.
Everything is over.
But why do you still fight?
“Stop it. That’s enough.” A figure dyed crimson, standing in a sea of flesh and blood.
“But I’m the ‘Fighter’-” Red gasps out.
“No one would need me if I stopped, so,”
Can’t you hear my heart breaking.
“I need you.”
An expression flits by, quickly. “Who am I to you, Green?”
“You’re Red.”
Red smiles, and he is brilliant.