Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "april-2017"

She was in a full riot gear, wearing only that and nothing else under it. For once all that she was was covered and all that she wasn't was contained within that suit that made her liquid. Every day was a green day for her, she swayed on her feet twisting the baton in her hands.

The rain on her unnaturally red lips, her hair midnight blue under the hamlet, glass moths coming out of her mouth - she never looked more beautiful to him

- as she smashed his face in.

Mostly because he knew she knew that was the ending he wanted.