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Gratitude
0 Reviews"You killed them..." My tone is devoid of emotion, almost indifferent.
Gratitude
"You killed them..." My tone is devoid of emotion, almost indifferent.
He gives me a puzzled look. "You'll have to be more specific."
"Of course you don't know. The statistics might give people some numbers, but can anyone ascertain beyond a doubt how many people died when the plate fell, or rather when you dropped it?"
"It would be hard to keep count." He seems to be indifferent to the gun I'm aiming at him, as if he's cocky enough to think he can dodge a bullet at point blank, or survive the hit and take me down first.
"Certain people that I knew were there. It was not were I lived, but certain people were there..."
"And now you want revenge? You wouldn't be the first." The Turks must be used to this, I'm sure.
I approach, he eyes the gun. I take another step and he kicks the weapon of my hand; but before he can catch it I tackle him in a passionate kiss.
The gun lands on the street, making a loud noise in the silence of the night, but fortunately it doesn't fire off on impact. I part from him and note his confused look.
I walk away a few steps and retrieve my weapon. I only look back once and say "thank you," before disappearing into the night.
End
Disclaimer, I do not own Final Fantasy VII.
"You killed them..." My tone is devoid of emotion, almost indifferent.
He gives me a puzzled look. "You'll have to be more specific."
"Of course you don't know. The statistics might give people some numbers, but can anyone ascertain beyond a doubt how many people died when the plate fell, or rather when you dropped it?"
"It would be hard to keep count." He seems to be indifferent to the gun I'm aiming at him, as if he's cocky enough to think he can dodge a bullet at point blank, or survive the hit and take me down first.
"Certain people that I knew were there. It was not were I lived, but certain people were there..."
"And now you want revenge? You wouldn't be the first." The Turks must be used to this, I'm sure.
I approach, he eyes the gun. I take another step and he kicks the weapon of my hand; but before he can catch it I tackle him in a passionate kiss.
The gun lands on the street, making a loud noise in the silence of the night, but fortunately it doesn't fire off on impact. I part from him and note his confused look.
I walk away a few steps and retrieve my weapon. I only look back once and say "thank you," before disappearing into the night.
End
Disclaimer, I do not own Final Fantasy VII.
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