IM NEVER BEING NICE TO HER AGAIN
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IM NEVER BEING NICE TO HER AGAIN
I'M GONNA PASS OUT
a penthouse balcony overlooking the city at night.
from here !
the blackness of night had consumed the broad figure so much that by now he was little more than a shadow. even the dark pools of his eyes were lost to the world — trained, as they were, on the figure within the room. the soldier was accustomed to work like this: reconnaissance and making familiar with the darkness. but the target of his supervision was something else entirely. it was not blood he chased… but a hazy memory shrouded in layers he couldn’t break past.
she seemed to exist in a sliver of time he couldn't quite pry into yet — a space where all the scattered pieces of his memory could point in one direction— her elegant frame.
there was another figure in there with her: it seemed the list of people vying for her attention was boundless— he couldn’t blame them. the reflective surface of his metal arm, the only thing that could possibly give him away, was concealed by the thin black hoodie he wore draped over his broad body.
that and the cigarette he sparked to life. by now he was sure she knew he was there. it had become something of a game perhaps only played by him—
perhaps he only begged to be seen.
a dead man bargaining with the devil for a chance at life anew.