She was tall and fair, in a flowing white dress, as stunning as can be. But the dress was stained with blood and she was lying on the road. She had just been given a fatal blow from a long and ornate curved blade (like the one in Vampire Hunter D, but with some red in the handle).
I ran up to her and rested her head on my arm. She started having spasms and was about to die. I removed the blood stained blade and put it on my other side, away from her. I realised that in doing so, people passing by might think I was the one who stabbed her, but I did not care. I tried to make her as comfortable as possible and straightened her skirt to cover her long legs in modesty.
I caught a glimpse of the face of this most beautiful girl I had never seen before. I held on to her tightly, and in my arms she died.
(Woah. My nose started bleeding when I wrote this. My nose never bleeds.)
I ran up to her and rested her head on my arm. She started having spasms and was about to die. I removed the blood stained blade and put it on my other side, away from her. I realised that in doing so, people passing by might think I was the one who stabbed her, but I did not care. I tried to make her as comfortable as possible and straightened her skirt to cover her long legs in modesty.
I caught a glimpse of the face of this most beautiful girl I had never seen before. I held on to her tightly, and in my arms she died.
(Woah. My nose started bleeding when I wrote this. My nose never bleeds.)
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