The blade that freed the soul

Blood flows down a blade as dark as his soul. She is not the first to die from this blade. All thoughts disappear from my head. All that remains is the long-awaited silence. There is not a single emotion on the killer's face. Well, what did you hope for? His tears? He had long forgotten what it was and what it was like. He doesn't care. She is just one of those who must pay for their sins. The rain no longer seems as cold as before this battle. He is crying. Just like her soul. The blade slowly leaves her body, leaving an unsightly through wound. The girl looks into the eyes of the killer. Cruel, not a single emotion, he slowly opens his eyes when his fake name leaves her lips - Blade... She doesn't cry. Her face lights up only with a happy smile. The girl falls to the wet ground. Somewhere in the distance you can hear such familiar voices. Dan Heng - flashes through her head Blade squats down in front of her and carefully studies her face. She continues to smile brightly. Once upon a time, he often saw this bright smile. She was only for him. She belonged only to him. But now the whole world saw her. If not the whole universe. Footsteps and screams can be heard in the distance. It's time to leave but... Blade sighs, running his wounded hand through his wet hair. His hand slides lightly and slowly, straight to her face and removes a couple of strands of hair stuck to her cheeks. She still looks beautiful. Even in death. She was always beautiful. The guy looked into her eyes with a bit of regret and, lifting her up a little, gently touched her cold lips. Previously, they burned like light from the sun, soft, pleasant and alluring. They belonged only to him. But now they belong to no one. The soft smile never leaves her face. The eyes become dull and lose their sparkle. He pulls away and puts it back. On wet and damp ground. Blade places a bloody lycoris flower next to her and touches her forehead with his lips. - Sorry His face takes on a serious look again and he gets up from the ground. The guy mentally says goodbye to his beloved and leaves. Her body leaves a beautiful red puddle on the ground. She gently touches the flower and seems to absorb it. Laughter echoes. Quiet sigh - I forgave you a long time ago... Silence. Only a meaningless cacophony of rain and other people's voices fills it