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FightingMy feet carried me away from him. His feet were pounding against the metal and rubble, coming closer and closer. My heart was racing, my breathing becoming heavy. The only thing that kept me moving forward was the thought of getting away. Then, my ears were filled with echoing shots. My body cringed and tightened. The tunnels began to quiet, but the silence seemed more deafening than the gun shots were. I opened my eyes and breathed out. As my lungs expanded, sharp shooting pains coursed through my body. I look down, my eyes falling still on my stomach. / Red liquid stained my shirt, devouring it as if the bloods life depended on it. My hands shakily went to my torso. I looked up to the end of the tunnel, seeing sunlight and a few shadows pass by the opening. I tried to take a step forward, but my knees buckled, forcing me to the ground. The rubble poked and tore into the indents in my stomach. I screamed out in pain, only to choke out thick red crimson wine that poured from my mouth. I tried to scream out for help, to scream his name, but only hoarse noises came out. I began choking and crying. / Please don’t let me die here, not like this, I thought to myself. I tried to force myself up, but the ground pulled me back down. I felt as if I was suffocating, air couldn't make it farther than my mouth. I continued trying to scream out his name, hoping he could hear me. My fingers kept dragging me across the rocks and the rusted train tracks. After what seemed like an eternity, my body stopped moving, worn and tired, not wanting to go any farther. I rolled myself over, giving out faint wheezes. I opened my mouth, letting the taste of my copper blood and the salt of tears mix together.
EndingIt starts with drifting. Having no time for one another. Then it's a fight about how they didn't call or decided to go to their friends house instead of being with you. Words are spoken that have been bottled up for months, just building up; truths are revealed and tears are spilled. You go into a blind rage. Breaking everything that comes to your hand, ripping every picture up with him in it. You scream out into the empty abis about how you hate him and he was the worst. You no longer feel that empty hole that has been eating up at you for days, the feeling of him not loving you. It is only filled with hatred and fury. Then it hits you. You find your favorite sweater of his that you slept in every night to feel like he was holding you, the smell of his cologne that would cloud your mind, or the first love letter you wrote for him, but never gave because you were afraid that he didn't feel the same. Everything comes back in floods and flashes. How his hand fits perfectly in yours, his crocked smile, the way his eyes shined in the sunlight, how he wiped away the tears when your whole wold was falling apart. Then in that moment, your eyes blood red, tears soaking your face, you realize no one in the world could love you more than he ever did.