Hello readers
This is my first time writing a fanfiction. Don't let that put you off though, I like to take care while writing. I decided to do something different to the usual 'I'm going to make this story nice and fluffy and everything going to be happy' stories. I'm going to take a much more dark and brutal approach, so if you don't like that then please don't read. I will start work on a first chapter if you would like me to. But for now, here's an epilogue. It's kind of like a dream or something like that.
Epilogue:'The Roses'
11:30 on the dot. I reach for the door handle, brushing my fingers against the cold metal. Gripping onto the bouquet of roses, I push the door open. A cool breeze flowed through the open window, curtains dancing elegantly in the pale moonlight. I glance over to the bed, my Star lying there, limp.
My grip on the roses loosened, letting it slip from my palm, trailing smoke. I move closer to the lifeless corpse of Star Butterfly, gently caressing the bullet hole in her chest. God she looked beautiful, pale skin, blood soaked clothes, limp. Who wouldn't want her. I lean down, my lips hovering inches away from hers. I stare longingly into her emotionless eyes, the once azure blueness of them, reduced to a dull grey.
I walk back to the roses, gazing at the glossy black barrel, still smoking from the shot. I pick it up and holster it at my side. I stare back at Star and blow her a kiss.
"Tell me what it's like." I whisper gently
I hope you liked that, if you did please leave a review. If not, well I'm sorry to hear that. If you would like me to create a first chapter, tell me. Thank you for reading.
