His stare penetrated through her fragile skin, like a sharp, pointed dagger, slowly going deeper and deeper into her lifeless body. Blood trickled with great haste and gushed out in to the cruel, open world. Her wound never seemed to heal and the blood flowed like it was never going to end. The blood went to the cold floor, forming a small puddle, then a red ocean. At least, that's what she felt. Confusion rose, followed by anger. She shook her head, maddened by her sorrow. She wiped her little face. She had now turned against the world, just as the world turned against her. . . just as he turned against her. . . She wondered, if love, would ever pass her by, to fill her heart with hope. But no, she wasn't going to let that happen, not again.
~FIN~
A/N: 157 ! I hope it wasn't to emo, or cheesy! Please, please review :]
~A.