It was a cold, windy night when I found them. They had gotten off of work earlier than usual that day. The morning forecast had lied that it was going to be a clear sunny day. Around 4 o’clock the sky darkened to a menacing shade of dark gray. A loud clap and a streak of lightning cracked the sky into pieces. Neither of them would have noticed though. The older man in his 5o’s with a body that couldn’t hide the muscles of built-up years of perfected fighting training would have been in the gym stretching and strengthening his muscles to prepare for the next scheduled fight in a day's time. A fight the man would never compete with or any other fight after that day. The woman around the same age of as the man might have noticed the change in weather when she walked back and forth, giving out demands to the group of people always following her to do her every deed. No one knew that it would be her last day going into work. Fortunately, I had brought an umbrella with me that day. I was on my way back from a warm pub when a glimmer caught my eye. I slowly walked over to the glimmer. Each step wetter than the last and the storm had gone eerie silent as if holding its breath. As if it made just for me to walk down this street to be the first to spot the hidden treasure that the street held. I was able to make out that the glimmer came from a rather large mass on the sidewalk. My steps didn't falter or hastened as I got closer to the mass and the wind began to pick up. I stopped a foot in front of the mass to look at it. It was two people: an older man still very much in shape and a timeless woman whose only hint of old age is her foggy wistful eyes. They are both obviously dead and has been for a while. Their bodies intertwined with each other. The man must have tried to use his body to protect the woman from a gunman in front of them unaware that another was behind them. They both took numerous bullets to the heart likely dying at relatively the same time. They would have been a couple: they took bullets for each other and their cold stiff hands still wrapped in each other. It took the phrase till death do us part to a whole different level. My head didn't lower nor did my lip quiver as I took a large step over the couple and continued walking at the same pace as before. I would leave them there for the police to find tomorrow. These people, now corpses, would offer no new insight to me and it would be foolish to wait for them to give me anything. They are dead now: my parents are gone and there is nothing I could do to bring them back. A sudden flash across the sky and a loud, long thunderous roar boomed in synch with the shattering of my heart as I accepted that from that day on I was an orphan. My throat didn't tighten as I swallowed planning out how I would survive in the dark alleys of New York and the rest of my whole life in general. I promised myself that night that no matter what happens, I would live long and that I would live my life to the fullest in the way that I want and to avenge them to not make my parents’ death a waste. Even back then I knew without a doubt that my parents' death was my fault and they died to have spared me. I was reborn a new person that day and the years afterward showed it. 651Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡixQgARfi3k
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