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There was a gunshot and tires screeched across the pavement as the car soared around the corner and out of sight. He knelt there, holding the limp girl in his arms, wondering if his whole world had just been taken from him or not. But he knew one thing for sure. It burned within him and set his soul on fire. They would pay for this. He would NOT let them get away.
As the rain fell from the sky, he looked up the the clouds and closed his eyes, letting the rain fall on his face. Pixies surrounded him in a curious flock, swirling around and whispering things to each other in a language she didn't understand. She stood there, watching him, and it dawned on her that she had no idea who he was. But she didn't care. She knew deep down inside that she had known him, once.
Rain fell from the sky, splattering on the ground, hitting the body on the road with dull patters. He stood there, over the body, wondering what he should do. He couldn't let them take her. She was just a kid--she didn't know what she'd done! With a sigh of determination, he bent and grabbed the gun, hurriedly wiping it off, the rain washing the initial fingerprints from it. Then he held the handle as he would if he were going to shoot it, and he set it back on the ground by the body.
He sat down in the comfortable arm chair that was in the very center of his library room. He put it there because being int he center of all his knowledge helped him think. All his books and thoughts simply at his fingertips helped him think.
As he thought, as he concentrated, he jumped up to his feet suddenly. He just had an epiphany!
He took my hand gently in his, and I could only stare into his eyes, helplessly lost in them, as he leaned forward, pulling me slightly into a passionate kiss that didn't last long enough. As he pulled away and smiled, I couldn't help the contagious smile from spreading to my face as well.
It wasn't the time or the money, or even the pain that mattered to me. The only thing that I cared about was that I was able to make this one small sacrifice for you. Having been able to protect you, so you could live perhaps just another day, was all that I need to make me happy. That I was able to help you in some way was enough.
What she didn't know was that her death gave him more pain and sadness than anything else could have.
I fell to the ground, and was surprised to find that I didn't feel any pain. A bullet had been shot at me, but it hadn't hit me. I looked up to see him standing before me. Had he pushed me out of the way and gotten hit himself?
As he crumpled to the ground I did my best to soften his fall, but it didn't work that well.
"Why?" was all I could say. He couldn't answer.
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