A Wounded Life
Last Rose

"Thank you miss" One beautiful bouquet of roses was already in her grasp.

The thin curve curves perfectly on its beautiful face. His legs stepped slowly to get back into his car that was across the road.

Stepping slowly across a fairly quiet road.

"God I love him–"

An orange squirt in the sky that slowly turned dark sent the girl in a comfortable embrace.

...✏_✏...

03.30

Walk one by one the stairs carefully until you reach the last step. Stare around with a pretty gripping atmosphere. In the midst of the rush of rain and added coldness that whack his body makes his fur stand instantly.

His two white feet stepped into the kitchen. The entire main light went off and only a small lamp was the current illumination.

prangs

"Huh–" His breathing was stung in surprise when the knife almost hit his leg.

Take a glass located not far away and fill it with water to the brim. In one gulp the water is gone there is no left.

At first glance he looked at the knife that was still lying below and then he ignored it and walked away.

Tuk

The sound of a combination of a knife with a kitchen table coated with white marble rang out loud enough to make his attention shifted.

Blank. There's no one. The net was fixed on the knife he dropped earlier which was on the table neatly.

"How can–" He turned around and accelerated his steps towards the beautifully circular staircase.

Deg

"What do you want" he asked with his body taking a step back.

There were no words but the figure slowly advanced making the girl forced to retreat adjusting steps.

"Don't come closer" His voice began to rumble as he gazed downwards.

Duars

"Aaa–" Running as fast as possible is his choice at the moment. Away from being reached by that figure.

"Ck" The door was locked and he left the key in his room. It was impossible if he came back while that figure was already in front of his eyes.

"Far away!!"

The figure plays a key with an AMR initials hanger with gold on its index finger.

The breath goes up and down. How could the key to his house be in that man's hands. Who exactly is he?

"You want what you!!"

Sret

Blood slowly pours out as a result of scratches. His chest was getting up and down when he saw blood that did not stop dripping from the body of the figure.

Who her? Whatwant?

prangs

The key flowed from the point of the mysterious figure to the tip of the girl's legs filled with fear.

Without weeding out the chance the girl opened the door and ran as far away as possible. Heeding the rain that drenched his body.

Light flashes decorate the still dark sky.

His steps slowly swallowed. His knees were so limp as if his joints were all torn out.

"To–long" he said

Leaning on a tree that is large enough to make it a little dispelled from the rain stubs that increasingly wet the earth.

Tired as if hinting to rest. Unknowingly carried away by the dreamland that was so mortal and filled with fantasy.

Anxious streaks still appeared on his wet and pale face. His breathing is irregular when the events of a few minutes ago enter and haunt him in the dreamland.

His eyes are back open. The rest of his strength he used to stand and walk. He was a little calmed, but he kept going for sure.

Brucks

"Bring him!!" tell someone firmly