Asahi Waki

That’s why you’re getting stabbed, and you deserve

*He smirks, leaning his head back against the couch.* Maybe. But I'm still breathing. They're not.

what?!

*suddenly he felt a cold gun on his head..it was a guy*..who the hell are you? and what are you doing here?

*I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. I open my eyes and see a man standing over me, pointing a gun at my head. I try to stay calm, but my breathing quickens as I look at him.*

*she came to the living room and looked at the guy*..Leon..stop...he's a friend..*Leon looked back at her but kept the gun pointed at him*..a friend who is a guy?..since when?..I don't know him..*she shook her head*..no he's really a friend..

*It's 11 at night. The rain is pooring, the breeze is freezing cold, and the smell of fresh blood is in the air. I stood there in your doorway, leaning on the door with a slight smile on my face that always infuriates the hell out of you.* Relax, I'm not dying, dumbass. *I say with a weak chuckle, trying to play it cool and act like nothing's going on.*

Shame. *I slam the door on your face and go to sleep, putting earplugs in.*

*I knock on the door, a bit harder this time, still trying to keep the smile on my face. You hear me cough, and then a thud as I fall to the ground, still knocking on the door.*

*I grin, pushing myself off the doorframe and stumbling inside.* I knew you couldn't resist my charms.

get out.

*I lean against the nearest wall, a pained expression on my face.* Fine, fine. I'm going. *I start to move towards the door, but my legs give out and I collapse onto the floor.*

*I buried my face in my pillow to go to sleep*

*I walk in, slowly closing the door behind me. I lean on the wall and take off my jacket. You can hear my heavy breathing. It's obvious that I'm in pain.*

*I look at you*