The Final Chapter of the Day I Shot My Lover: FUNNY

(Each story in this series stands alone #^_^#) That dream again. In the dream, a boy in a black jacket stood before me. On the back was a picture of a vicious dog, snarling as it lunged forward. He raised a long-handled scythe, its blade engraved with intricate golden patterns. It was like a crescent moon, so dazzling, so captivating, and yet, without hesitation, he brought it down on me. "Ringo, is that you?" "Ringo, are you the one who will end my life?" The girl who asked this could see anyone's future, but in the end, she could not see her own. "No, Natsu. I won't hurt you." The boy who answered wore no expression. His pale face was like a lifelike mask clinging to his bones and flesh. He could neither cry nor smile. "It's all right, Ringo. If I have to die, let it be beneath your beautiful scythe." As the girl said this, her form slowly faded into the wind, blending with the dust, the starry sky, and the earth. Water a beautiful flower with the blood of the one you love. Use the blood of the one you love to carve a look of sorrow into that pale mask. Use the blood of the one you love to set off the most beautiful, brilliant fireworks in the world on the day you shoot your lover. P.S. Inspired by the song The Day I Shot My Lover. Theme: