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I open one eye then the other to gaze upon the wonder of soft plumes of black rain falling towards the ground. As my eyes follow the black rain to the ground I notice crimson red blood trickle its way through the cracks of the old stone like a small stream in a canyon.
I follow the slow zig-zaging stream of blood with my eyes. Watching it intently slowly taint the soil and stone around it with its red wickedness. When I found the source I was stricken with shock like a surprising blow to the chest. My heart skipped a beat and my breath was drawn out of me. He lay latent on the cold ground and with his blue glassy eyes he smiled back at me in beauty. He looked at me in wonderment of my actions and then simply smiled as if he understood something I did not. Red tears of joy poured out of his heart for he was glad that he could help me just this once,even if it meant his own death. Still I stood there like an idiot with the rattling of the gun echoing among the old walls as if the shaking aroused old painful memories captured within the very fabric of the buildings past. Even from a distance I could tell his body went cold. He just stared at me with those now dead and meaningless eyes,along with a simple smile spread across his mouth. That bullet that was meant for me and me alone.. That bullet was to rid me of this awful world, but it now lies within the dead heart of my lover. I want to move, but my legs will not allow it. I want to scream, but my voice is stolen by shock. I want to cry,but my eyes will not let my emotion set in. I want to love...but I am afraid.