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The helicopter flew above their heads. Victory for two opposing sides, yet follow the same goal.
The helicopters impact burst into flames as it crash into the prison walls, and the once flying vehicle collapsed.
'Why had this hurt so much?'
'What's this suffocating feeling?'
Nikolai grabbed the hand, of who he once called best friend, from the revived Brunette's arms. The still warm hand presses against his chest.
'Ah, it's raining'
The knees of the platinum buckled in and soon came into contact with the hard concrete flooring.
'Pouring'
The hand grew cold and skin became a paler white. The red blood dropped onto the clown's white suit and strained them with the few remains of his one and only.
Air grew thin and the hand forcefully cradled his cheek.
"Goodbye Fedya"
'Is the feeling regret?'
'Why is it still raining?'