Dusk Bleak
Kaka

“Ya already,“ said Pretoria with her cold smile still unfolded, for one thing she didn't think before. Everyone knows now. It would be even more terrifying for the feeling he would receive. So the final decision was made. Decisions that should be bitter. For one failure. And the risk of the word failure is sometimes so painful.

“Lo grab weapons...“.

All those who were there were surprised to see the woman had grasped the weapon she stored. A very terrible weapon. Although it doesn't look like that. But it will eventually make it so when it's released. Many have banned its use. Only for special people.

He shot quickly. As his fingers pressed the small trigger.

That one bullet kept roaring. It makes everyone there scared. In case the bullet will be fired by Pretoria on one of the existing.

After hitting the two corners in front then crashing into another corner, twice behind a bit to the side, finally stopped. Self-abase. The gun fell off. That is, after bouncing from the corner of the wall coated with smooth and strong ceramics resist the tip of the bullet until it bounces. So there are four reflections. Once in the front corner, and the next two bounces on the back.

It was screaming they saw the Pretoria drooping with fresh wounds visible on his head. He was still sitting in his favorite chair. With the body tilted to his right. And leaning. Lungla.

“He predicted,“ said Antony who also realized that everything was done as plan B if the initial incident he made was not successful. Although not a sniper, but he memorized this place, making him not misguided. The bullet point is directly at his own head. Indicate, if he's not really a murderer, or at least he doesn't want to do the deed. Only circumstances make it so. The circumstances of their love that make the eyes dark. Where all shackled for the next step. And hope for a relief union. Although the edges must occur disaster that actually brings losses to many parties. No exception for the maker himself. And it ends up like this. He hurt himself and refused to do it to others. Perhaps what had happened before was the one who felt his pain. Not to add more victims. And everything that is still there to walk by itself. Without having to care about it anymore.

“Yes that. He takes a terrible risk for his love, which is too difficult to achieve, when it must break the norms and rules. Maybe he's not suggesting we follow him. But it would also be useless if he spoke of the good that must be taken if he did not follow himself. For he himself has taken such a step deep into. Only with such a terrible end, we must be a thousand times if we must obey what he does. Who must sometimes forget what he already has, about all his pride, even for the most beloved. All will disappear if you have fallen to take this inappropriate step.“

Everyone just fell silent. And look at something that's starting to freeze. Right here. In front of now.

“How else. Everything happened, and now there are memories. According to all that appears in front of us this with a reasonable view.“