[Seki casts his eyes up at the sky. His breathing rattles loud, threatening to pick up again. There'd been so many things he lost as he grew up in this filthy city. Friends, his home, his dreams. Will Monica be one of them? Is this how the two of them will have their final look at the sun? Bleeding out, pursued and hunted like animals...
He breathes, an anxious storm swelling in his lungs.
Please, whatever higher power was out there. He fought with Shimizu once, had called him stupid for believing in his imaginary God. He never gave a shit until now, but he'll pay for all his years of cynicism and apathy if a miracle were to happen now. At the very least, let Monica go.
...
God, thankfully, was willing to turn a deaf ear.
...
When Seki comes to, his gunshot wound's been attended to. He's on the floor, lying on an uncomfortable mattress. Slowly, he pushes himself up. The room is dark.
He hurts all over. That must mean he's alive. The dead can't feel anything. But where is Monica--?]
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He breathes, an anxious storm swelling in his lungs.
Please, whatever higher power was out there. He fought with Shimizu once, had called him stupid for believing in his imaginary God. He never gave a shit until now, but he'll pay for all his years of cynicism and apathy if a miracle were to happen now. At the very least, let Monica go.
...
God, thankfully, was willing to turn a deaf ear.
...
When Seki comes to, his gunshot wound's been attended to. He's on the floor, lying on an uncomfortable mattress. Slowly, he pushes himself up. The room is dark.
He hurts all over. That must mean he's alive. The dead can't feel anything. But where is Monica--?]