Sitting in a corner
A cigarette lit up in her hand
Recurring scenes of mayhem
One test worse than the last
A breaking point
She had enough
A gun in one hand
Decisions to be made
A kiss to the weapon
Dropping the danger
Lifted herself from the hiding spot
Moving on
*Realising
She is only going to keep falling
Attacks will keep coming
Weapons will keep appearing
But she will always be laying them down*
That will make her
The badass I love