"Geralt?"
"I need your help—bad this time. I know that I've been giving you a hard time and all but this... I'm not coming back from this."
The grip on his blade grew tighter as I spoke, his oftentimes scrunched face seemingly calmer and accepting of what was happening. I thought that a good sign until...
The blade was pierced into my stomach, twisting nastily through my insides.
"Loose ends needn't be tied if you sever them from the start."
I wanted to say something—anything—but I choked and gargled on my own blood in my attempt.
I fell flat and the world began to blur into a paradise. My paradise.
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Muse Go Brrr
General FictionThis was made as a means to expend all of my writing ideas that spontaneously spawned in my head when listening to music. I decided that I wanted to share it all with more than the few people I do show these excerpts (I guess?). Enjoy! Feedback is e...
