Bloody Goodbyes

Emma's braid is wet with scarlet liquid and tears as she drags

Rori onto her lap, leaving a trail of crimson blood behind her.

She whispers Rori, no, not Rori, not you! You promised...

You promised not to leave me! You can't die, no...

And a dry, croaked I love you leaves Rori's mouth, her

Eyes becoming glassy. Emma stands up, face set, and she

Walks out, seemingly submissive without her addictive drug,

Her Rori, and the policeman's look is old and aged and knowing.

The End

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