Author: four winds PM
it was a different kind of death as the bullets whirred past our helmets [slash?]Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy - Words: 51 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-08-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2460450
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a sallow grey sky
raw yells and submachine gunshots
rapid-fire and it was all i could do not to scream
your hand tightened weakly in mine and your eyes knew what they had to do
last kisses tasted like blood and shades of grey.
"go, don't wait for me."