Decadence

No one ever really knew what made him that way. It is only known that he is what he is now, for something. Maybe one person knows, the whole world went after him. But this person was his friend, so nothing was said, just... Shown. In a world where a red bullet paints a life black. Generally, some things die along with who you kill. It's a natural thing, when you kill someone, another also dies. Be it you, or what she left behind when she died for you. Something like that, it was always solved like that, your work just... It showed that the world was rotten, full of bad people who sure... No care about other people's lives, he too, one day, didn't care... But for every cold heart there must be a warm embrace that melts. For every lost gaze there is a fixed meeting point that you will walk until you arrive. For every loss of faith there is a religion that does not need to pray, it only needs to believe that it is real. Even so, there are some people who are in such a deep decay, that if you risk jumping down, you end up not being able to get back up. And it could end up going into even greater decay. Decay between gunshots and death, you shoot, someone dies, do it in a cycle as infinite as time you'll find there's no way not to fall. When you are in a world where a simple finger movement can decide the lives of many. That person will fall into a silent pit so deep that not even the purest being in the world can pull him out. In my opinion, there are two worlds, his colorful world, and those of people like him. There are only two colors. Red, and black. Red is the color you are painted when he passes. Black is the color you become when he leaves.