Knives and Pens by BVB
A malevolent presence watched and waited for the right time to strike. His presence was not undetected by the young individual, silently promising him retribution. The young teen sat, staring at the floor, melancholically. The young man had a pen and book in hand insure of what to write. His messy black hair dripped into his hollowed green eyes as he contemplated his last farewell. A single tear dropped onto the page, on which he wrote one single word before the dark man claimed him.
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This looked a lot longer on paper.