He lets red drip from his nose, two streaks of blood that cross his lips and run down his chin, staining his tanned skin with a red hue.
“We have something to say here that we need to tell.”
She laughs like she’s choking on broken glass and yet finds amusement in the absurdity of the situation. Blood leaks out from the corners of her mouth and drips down to stain her white shirt.
“We’re all dying here, can’t you tell?”
He closes his eyes and lets his blood carve two red paths down his cheeks to disappear against the black of his coat.
“There’s a story here that we need to tell.”
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