Blood.

Dripping down, leaving a trail on pale skin.

He killed my love.

Used the gun.

He disappeared.

Only dust, forgotten.

A shining grin.

Violet eyes gleamed.

Revenge at last.

But, will she be happy?

Will she?

Painful memories.

No more.

Another shot rang.

Only two piles of dust.

Blown away by the wind.

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