“Guards!” Brandon roared, striding to me. “Close the gates! Stop him!”“Yes, God-King,” a soldier said, gaping at the fleeing Samurai.Why w...sn't the soldier moving? Our men were disciplined, trained. They had backbone, obeying orders without thought.“Go!” my husband bellowed, bending down to rip out the dagger from my gut. My flesh healed with my powers.“He was connected to them,” I whispered.“What?” Brandon demanded, grabbing Milly's screaming head and shoving her back onto her body.“The. I feel like I’m going to be sick. My brain fails to function while I focus on nothing but the bright street lamps outside, their golden glow illuminating the dark sky. I watch the small bugs swarm around the light, happy and content with their short lives as they curiously fly toward the gleaming luminescence only to die upon landing on it. “Miles?”There’s the sound again. I lift my body as if I was rising out of a grave and turn to look in the direction from where it’s coming, seeing nothing. They kept the knowledge that racism can affect the littlest town. They learned that everyone is a possible victim. ‘If it could happen to him, why not me?’ they all wondered. They finally accepted it, this simple fact that it’s everywhere. They finally accepted the belief that hate is in the world. Why did two people have to die for this town to learn what the big cities already know? Why did one innocent man have to die for the town to shock into reality? Why did one man have to take matters. Shweta bahut thak gai thi, wo thode dertak sir niche karke platform ke sahare hi khadi rahi. Mein bhi Shweta ke upar jhuk ke leit gaya.Mera lund Shweta ki dono gaand ke bich tha. Shweta thode der baad uthi, mere taraf ghumi aur mereko dekhne lagi. Uska haal behal tha ankho see jaise ansu ki nadiya bahi ho.Aur kuch reaction nahi diya. Phir mein apna shorts pehne hi jaa raha tha ki Shweta ne mujhe roka aur boli, “Isne aaj mujhe itne maaze diye thodi seva iski bhi to karne do,” aur mere lund ko.