Stuck in a Dream
She straddles his waist none too gently, as if exterminating him from existence was merely an appointment in her agenda. Her pink hair is carefully hidden from his piercing glare as blood seeps from his chapped lips.
"Going to kill me?" He manages to gasp out, and it takes every ounce of her being not to smile at his cockiness.
She does not answer, and adjusts her ANBU mask casually, mocking him silently.
"Last words?" She finally says, her tone wavering slightly at the end.
Damn you.
He glares at her, and even now, she is amazed at his bravery. He is still handsome as ever, even if his face is coated in blood.
Then, his eyes soften.
"Tell her—my old teammate—that I'm sorry."
She does not know what compels her to do it. It feels as if she is watching a dream as one of her hands unhooks the mask from her pale face. She smirks at his shocked expression, although she feels like dying inside.
"Goodbye." She murmurs. She contemplates on telling him, telling him words of comfort, of condolence, but even now, she feels she is watching a dream as her hand grips the kunai and brings it down through his neck.
She cannot bear to watch the life flee from his eyes and into the heavy clouds above. She stands up from her perch on his still body, and stumbles onto the dirt. Loud, gut wrenching sobs shake her tiny frame with such force, making her shoulders dig into the earth with each racking gasp.
She has to wake up from this nightmare. She has to wake up…
…and even now, she feels she is watching a dream as her hand grips the bloodied kunai and thrusts it to her neck.
She's stuck in a dream, and she knows that she will never wake up.
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