Tomoko is beautiful.
We all knew it, some without fully realizing how captivating she really was. As oblivious as the we were enamoured, all the furniture admired her but the kitchen sink. However, brilliance sometimes shines so bright, it’s searing to look at directly. But I would go blind for her. I would do anything for her.
“Take the shot Tomoko.”
It takes everything in me to keep my voice cold. She raises her neon pink pistol towards me, hands shaking. The tears in her eyes threaten to spill over. She’s beautiful, even like this. A chilling wind of envelops me, and I shiver.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.