[Short Story] Against the backdrop of a red sunset

Trampled red petals.

With a red sunset in the background.

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The bright red flowers, which had been fluttering beautifully against the backdrop of the crimson sunset, fell to the ground. Slowly, very slowly.

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The sharp blade, hidden in the thick, fragrant scent of flowers, slashed and slashed at my body, finally piercing my heart. With my eyes wide open in excruciating pain, I dug and scratched at the wounds.

Finally, a single lump of crimson blood fell from the body, and only then did the action stop for a moment. For a moment.

I screamed in pain as if my heart had been ripped out, and it held me back from breathing.

Kek, keek, ugh

I lived and am living every day with my eyes rolled back.

Shit. That filthy, unmatched body won't die. Then it won't feel this fucking pain.

Seriously, please.

Fuck. Kill me.

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That day, the red petals fluttering against the backdrop of an unusually dark sunset were trampled by the footsteps of people moving busily.

The shattered petals were simply swept away.

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