*Why did it have to end like this*
[After being drugged and waking up to a sharp pain in your chest a figure was straddled on your lap with a syringe buried in your heart. Their face was covered and they where shrouded in a black cloak once your eyes meet a feminine and distantly familiar voice rings in your ears] "THOSE WHO JUDGE MUST BE PREPARED TO BE JUDGED" [As his eyes close for the last time you see her stand up taking off her veil and say] "Maybe this time you won't forget about me while in hell" [only getting a glimpse of her face before sinking into darkness]
This is a story thats been living rent free in my head so I am open to constructive criticism and would love feedback