A note, dear readers: I am usually very vigilant about watching the tenses in my stories to make sure that they match, however, in this one, the tense 'errors' are in fact intentional because I feel that they make an excellent transition.
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There is a bridge at the entrance of Roanapur, decorated with nooses. No one ever uses them; they're more of a symbol of the people who were smart and got out of this cesspool before it was too late. Unlike me. In this city, I became a new person- one who smokes, drinks, and curses like he has always wanted to. I mingled with the wrong crowd and was sunk before I knew it.
It has to end.
Tonight.
I was sick of struggling with this feeling of losing control to the person that I'd become. I didn't know who I was anymore.
Writing. What was I writing?
I tipped back a shot, my fourth of the night. What had happened to Okajima Rokuro? Or rather, what would become of him?
A click after setting the pen down that I didn't know I was using.
A bang.
A scream. For the person that I used to be, Okajima Rokuro.
A tear shed as I watch Revy tear up the note that he had written.
A gurgled cry as I watch him burn in the flames of her lighter.
A laugh as I emerge victorious.
A bottle drains in honor of the now-deceased Okajima Rokuro.
The bridge gains nooses everyday. I never add one. Okajima Rokuro added a bullet in the wall instead.