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I walk down the cold, wet, miserable street, my head down, hood up.
People walk past me, going on their morning commute to work and school.
I bump into a lengthy man, but he ignores me like I'm not there,
like I am invisible.

I walk on, my feet stepping into the cold, deep puddles on the ground, but no splash is made.
As I look up,
I see one single wolf,
he has silky looking purple fur, with ragged plum hair,
standing in the middle of a gravyard.

I slowly walk over to him.
As I do, he drops a red rosy flower.

It falls like a cloud, and looks as soft as a pillow.
I look at it, and every thing else turns black and white around it.

I slowly walk behind the boy, as he sobs like a widow:
his tears fall like rain drops.

I look at what the boy sees, and it was a black and deathly looking headstone. Engraved in it is my name,
my name is on it.

The boy falls to his knees with a thud, crying like the rain.

I slowly take down my hood, my face,
my face is caked with my deep-red, cold blood.

A bullet hole bore deep into my left eye, leaving a big, black hole in my head.
My white hair all matted
"Why, why him... Why not me?!" The boy yelled, crying hysterically.

"I did it for you... I took a bullet to protect you..." As I say that, I slowly start to
disappear into the

white,

suffocating

fog.

Description
I walk down the cold, wet, miserable street, my head down, hood up.
People walk past me, going on their morning commute to work and school.
I bump into a lengthy man, but he ignores me like I'm not there,
like I am invisible.

I walk on, my feet stepping into the cold, deep puddles on the ground, but no splash is made.
As I look up,
I see one single wolf,
he has silky looking purple fur, with ragged plum hair,
standing in the middle of a gravyard.

I slowly walk over to him.
As I do, he drops a red rosy flower.

It falls like a cloud, and looks as soft as a pillow.
I look at it, and every thing else turns black and white around it.

I slowly walk behind the boy, as he sobs like a widow:
his tears fall like rain drops.

I look at what the boy sees, and it was a black and deathly looking headstone. Engraved in it is my name,
my name is on it.

The boy falls to his knees with a thud, crying like the rain.

I slowly take down my hood, my face,
my face is caked with my deep-red, cold blood.

A bullet hole bore deep into my left eye, leaving a big, black hole in my head.
My white hair all matted
"Why, why him... Why not me?!" The boy yelled, crying hysterically.

"I did it for you... I took a bullet to protect you..." As I say that, I slowly start to
disappear into the

white,

suffocating

fog.