Got another one here! It's Lynden25 again! So this one's another drabble of mine, it's a bit dark, but I hope you'll like how it turned out!
Watch. It was all that he could do. Watch as someone save her from what they would call as hell.
Of course, who wouldn't? Letting them do all the dirty work, and getting punishments as their reward? Scarce food, even when their so-called foster parents are rich? No sufficient rooms, no more than just scraps of clothes that were already so worn out it won't be called as clothes? They weren't treated as equals, nor are they treated as humans, so who wouldn't want to leave? Who wouldn't want to escape that kind of life?
He does.
It is what he had grown to. What he had known as the normal thing to do. But because it is what she wants, it is what she wishes, he let her.
Then again, there is no such thing as fair and free in this world. There will always be sacrifices. Consequences. Choices.
Ironically, she had no choice at this matter. Only sacrifice and consequence.
Ah. He moved his hand to his chest. That feeling of not being able to breathe is there again. He made a quick glance at her, and found that even at the great distance, she met his gaze.
Don't forget. Red. No. Scarlet.
The red-colored liquid, oozing out of all the people that they met yet unknown to them.
The red-colored string that they call as fate. Connecting them altogether.
The red that they always see and have been marked and tattooed permanently on their skin.
The red that is them.
He won't. He couldn't.
The suffocating feeling he was under had not yet dissipated, yet he still moved away. Back to what he'll never call as home, now that the only person he had been with is now away.
He'd never forget.
This is pretty good. To be honest I like gore, so I like this piece. Great work!