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Everything balanced This man is a killer, living by the dirty money off the self-complacent people that care only about themselves. This man hates everything. This man loves nothing. The sun that heat up the air all day long is finally setting. The moon rises carried by the cool wind. The man, who is numb to any emotions since he started to take on assassination requests, slowly walks toward the one of the Inns from the west gate. After emptying few rice wines, the red-faced man stands outside, feeling the pleasantly cool wind, motionlessly gazing at the blue night sky. Biting the herb pipe, the man inhales deeply, closing his eyes. Soon as he opens his eyes, the exhaled herby smoke covers his sight. A very loud noise from the party in the next town's tavern travels all the way to the inn, breaking the absolute silence near the man. Annoyed, the man turns to return to the inn, only to be frozen by the sight of a beautiful woman trying to start a fire at the woodstove. Unable to move, the man stands there watching the woman and tries to figure out the awkward, incomprehensible feelings rushing to him.A love is something the man has never experienced, and is something the man had never even though of experiencing. Confused and flabbergasted, the man quickly looks around and starts to see the beauty of the universe that surrounds him. Twinkling stars that shine on the pond to create the dancing light, squirrels and rabbits running through the bushes to make the rose petals rain, fading hot coals flickering under the metal pots. The man realizes everything's changed. Everything has a meaning and he's started to see that. With a shocked grin on his face, the man looks back up at the woman and finds her smiling back at him. At that moment, he feels a sudden warmth in his stomach. Everything seems brighter all of a sudden. He loses strength in his body, but his heart races. Blushing, he looks down. "Oh", the man exclaims. He finds a long sword through his stomach from the back, his blood squirting out the body. -Evans | |