this is the (more or less) tragic ending I originally had in mind before changing it due to popular demand! Enjoy :)
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A L E J A N D R O
Regrets.
Something I never expected to feel.
I watched the dark blood seep through her clothes staining them the color of death. Her eyes slowly draining any little life it had left as she begged for my mercy. She begged me to put an end to her misery, begged me to drive my knife through her chest. She did once tell me her favorite flowers were white roses but here I stained them red, disappointing her one last time before she runs away from me.
Regrets.
More regrets.
But now here I am, dressed in black standing in front of the only person I gave a shit about.
