How did I get here again?

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I'm standing on top of the building, rain pouring down. The wind makes it even worse- I can barely stand straight.

I look at my best friend, who's life is hanging on by a thread, at gunpoint, then I glance at the one who made me realise who I am, the one who made me realise there's more to life than I thought.

I never knew we would end up on a roof top of an 80 story building, with hidden bombs planted in every room, with the innocent, unsuspecting citizens still inside.

I can taste blood on the tip of my tounge and I feel the barrel of the gun against my temple, pressing deeper with every small movement I take.

I turn around to directly face the one person who I swore to destroy.

The one person that I've hated since all this began.

How did I get here again? I don't even know.

But I know it's not the end.
Not yet.

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