Hiroko

This was inspired por Yugiohfanatic1 (M), por her characters and the situations they sometimes get into. So Enjoy.





She let her anger out on a pillow, punching it harder and harder as new sets of tears poured from her eyes, like a river after a nights storm. The tears ran down her face and onto the almohada of which she punched.

"WHY? WHY? WHY?" She scream to the walls around her, as if for some reason they may just answer her.

She stopped all movements, she fist lay on the pillow, and her face turned to a framed picture on the cama side table. In the picture sat two people on a bench in some park....

Warning: Contains strong language.


She was a photographer. Always making things immortal with her camera. She'd never alter them on computers; Never used black and white o sepia. The picture would always be protrayed as it was...the only difference being that the image would stay there forever, encased in her little world. Her camera.

I respected that.

She lived in the apartment room just above mine, I would always have the tv on real loud, getting a lot of complaints from the other tenants but I didn't care. To hell with them. The tv blocks out every other noise that bleeds through the walls,...