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The smell of blood stayed there.
Her soft, slim hands stained with red.
It was like it all struck her at once.
She was so engaged that she never imagined how it'd be to lose everything at once.
Everything around was taunting her, she could hear their whispers as they chanted that it was her fault. Her distorted reflection stared back, deep into her shattered soul and smiled as the crimson fused with it.
No matter how many times she washed her hands in the cold water, it remained there and would remind her.
"I don't have time on my hands. The sun will come up in an hour or two. Hurry."
The soft, crunching sound of leaves becoming clearer as the presence of a shadow loomed above her.
Gazing into the lifeless water, beside her stood the man.
'Next time, your blood shall be staining these hands.'
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