Her sticky blood was getting on her nerves. It was soaking her newly bought top.
She laid there in the heated asphalt groaning as she tried to pull out the shard of broken glass impaled on her stomach. But it was useless. Her hands were jelly; numb and sensationless like she was tranquilized with anesthesia. She knew to herself that she was losing too much.
'So this is how it feels like dying,' she thought to herself. 'What a bummer. I still don't have a boyfriend.'
"Hey! Where are you!?" A frantic voice asked at a distance. She looked up and saw her phone on speaker mode, lying not too far from her. It was Miku.
"What was that noise just now!?"
'Not yet, at least. But now...'
A weak smile formed at her bloody face. Not like Miku could even see it. She turned her head back to the firmament above. She wanted a nice view in her final moments. But it was then turned into a grimace as every nerve on her body burn and melt away. The asphalt suddenly felt warm and fuzzy on her back, her eyes nearly closing in.
"The sky...It is beautiful today...But it looks sad..."
"Can't you hear me? Tell me where you are right now!"She could hear him struggling, panting profusely on the other line.
"Don't rain down for me...It'll break my heart..."
"What'd you say!? I can't hear you!"
"I love you, four-eyes...I love you...Miku."
But someone seized up her phone from the ground. "Hey! Zhel—toot." And the phone call was rudely ended by the unknown entity.
She couldn't make out the face of the man towering over her. She could only see a lit stick slumped between his closed lips. But when she heard him let out a wicked cackle she knew.
"You're—" The familiar man shushed him down before she could even say out his name. "Hush, babe. Don't work yourself too much."
He kneeled beside her and reached out his gloved hand to the pierced glass. She thought he was going to pull it out, but he thrust it deeper to the wound, slowly shoving it to make it seem natural.
"ARGGHHHHHHHHH!" She let out a shrill cry, but the suspect was not even bothered by it.
"...W...why?" She questioned him, her voice fainting.
He took out the cigar from his mouth. "Why you ask? No reason! But if there's one, it's probably because I adore his pained expression. His miserable eyes stimulate a very heartening elation in me, you see. It doesn't fail to entertain me!" He exclaimed.
"Why am I saying this to a dead person? My bad! Oohh~" He noticed a familiar keepsake wrapped on her right wrist.
"...No..." She weakly whimpered. "...Don't..."
The bloke whistled in delight as he unfastened it from its clasp. "I know this watch! It's Miku's, am I right? I should know. I picked it for him myself."
He stood up and threw the Rolex to his feet. Unsatisfied with its already destroyed frame, he stomped it.
The obscured man let out a content whimper with his workmanship. Biting the gloves off to remove it from his hand, he bid the dying woman a farewell.
"Sayonara, Juliet! Have a sweet eternal slumber! Your Romeo's next, so don't worry!"