⋆⭑★ Kipp ★⭑⋆’s Comments (group member since Apr 26, 2024)

⋆⭑★ Kipp ★⭑⋆’s comments from the The Boy and The Bottles group.

They stood on the bridge, facing the same direction.
One behind the other. The distance: unbearable.
One bore a gun, the other bore a frown.
The one in front stepped forward and looked down. A smile began to spread
beneath sad and tired eyes. Stepping forward once more, they waited to meet
the ground.

The one from behind, they sprung into action, running up, jumping up,
hoping to catch them. Their hopes were met with full satisfaction.
Pip did not fall, nor splat, or die. They were caught by their lover, who
wasn't ready to say goodbye.
Neo turned his lover, looking them hard in the eyes.
"I need you."
"I love you."
"I can't let you die."
He cupped their face in the palms of his hands, pressed his head against
theirs, and then heard a bang.
His eyes shot open, stung with tears. His lover, Pip, had confirmed his
fears.
He was shot.
They were shot.
Him through the hand.
They through the head.
One stepped back bleeding.
The other one left.
They fell, down, and they couldn't be stopped. With a smile on their face,
slowly, Pip dropped.

Together they sat. On their couch. A peck on the cheek from the boy to the girl. He stood, not knowing he would lose his world.
He stepped outside, to take a deep breath.
To smile.
To laugh.
He lost all his regret.
He strolled down the street, and to his surprise, a familiar figure stood before his eyes.
A redheaded figure, in a dark-colored coat. He walked past Neo, headed toward his home.
Neo didn't mind. He was someone he could trust!
He showed him tender care when all he knew was lust.
He continued to stroll, moving from here to there. until, suddenly, a familiar scent filled the air.
The smell of smoke,
and flames,
And ashes in the sky.
He turned and stared. There were embers in the sky!
He ran home, as fast as he could manage, only to find his only home, fiery, mangled, and unmanaged.
He stopped at the door, unable to enter.
The sights.
The sounds.
His eyes began stinging.
Not from smoke,
nor from flames,
but from utter fear.
He lost her.
His everything.
The door opened, and Ashe exited the house.
Neo breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward.
But a hand from behind prevented further movement.
It was his friend,
the one who showed him care.
He held him there, while all he did was stare.
Ashe showed her face, engulfed in orange flames.
Eating at her countenance, the flames tickled her body, taking pieces as she writhed.
Neo couldn't move.
Even if he wasn't being bound,
he couldn't help.
he couldn't intervene.
He stood and stared.
He couldn't even scream-

Ashe did not suffer from that luxury.
Her wails,
her cries,
they pierced the night sky,
until,
like her,
they studdered,
...
and they died.

On the table, by the door.
In the walls, and on the floor.
In these places, the boy sat.
All
At
Once.

A little "girl"
She stood and stared.
She saw her friend
Over here ->
and over there <-

"She" knelt
"She" fell
"She" collapsed
"She" cried...

A man then entered,
hair fiery red.
He glanced around,
eyeing the boy dead.
The "girl" at his feet,
small and frail.
He picked "her" up,
and left the boy, strewn across the room.

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