Kyle v.s Miss Valentine

Twas a dusty morning. Two figures could be seen on the dirt road. One held a gun, black as night and the other one held her's, red with a pink heart engraved on the handle. Every year these two would meet on that same path and everyone would watch. She wore a pink sun dress and a hat to match. Brown curly locks, fair skin and blue eyes, it was easy to see that she was a fan favourite especially with the men. All in all she looked too sweet to be holding a gun let alone using one. The young man on the other end wore a brown trench coat and a black neckerchief. Dark skin and black hair he had. His face was scarred badly and he held a look of contempt as he watched her from across the road. Some say that he held a terrible grudge against the lovely lady while others would say he simply despised her. And of course others would tell you it was a little bit of both. The young man slid his gun back into the holster and watched the clock tower on the left. The lady did the same and waited. Her smile hadn't dropped as she looked at him. He shifted his gaze so he wouldn't make eye contact. Even the strongest of men could be distracted by her charms and he knew that well enough not to fall into her allure. The minute hand edged to the 59 mark. The duel would commence in a minute. His fingers licked the ebony handle of the revolver in his holster as he waited. He looked at her from the corner of his eye and she returned his glance with a quick wink and a grin. He looked away once again, his fists clenched tight as he stared at the dusty ground. The two of them looked at the clock tower once again. Slowly, the hand began to move to the new hour mark. Within that tiny moment, their eyes met. She reached for her gun and rolled to the left as he kicked up a dust cloud to spoil her aim. 2 shots were fired but the two were still standing. He took a step closer and fired 3 shots in her direction. 2 of which broke through the window of the bar on the other side of the road. She fired 2 more shots at him one which whistled pass his cheek and one that caught him right in the shoulder. He fell onto his hands and knees. He had been hit but was not ready to yield. He picked up his gun once more and fired another shot that knocked her pink hat off her head. Another bullet had missed and she retaliated with 2 quick rounds which hit him in the stomach and thigh. He fell to his knees again and his arm drooped down to his side. She moved closer to him with her gun pointing right at him. She looked at him still with that trademark smile on her face. He lifted his arm once more but before he could fire, she fired her last bullet and it hit him dead in the heart. He kneeled there, stunned for a moment. His gun still pointing back at her. And then he fired the last bullet before collapsing to the ground. Her smile faltered when she felt her blood trickle down the side of her face. His last bullet had grazed her rosy cheek which was now bleeding. However, she simply stroked her hand over the wound and it vanished. She walked over to the young man's lifeless body and placed her hand over his forhead. His eyes opened slowly only to see his nemesis standing victorious over him. She healed his wounds. As she always does after every duel between them. Offering her hand to him, she fluttered her eyelashes. He sat up and rubbed the areas where he had been shot. He looked at her, still with the look of contempt and slapped her hand away in disgust. Every year it would be this way. They would fight. And he would always lose. No matter how many times he lost, he would always return. Everytime he lost, she would heal him back to strength. But he would never take her hand. He got up, dusted himself off and walked away from her. She waved as he made his way out of town. The people around her started to congratulate her and celebrate for their favourite had won once again. The young man got onto his horse and rode away from the town, not taking a glance back. "Everyone celebrates...but they do not stop to think of those that are not so lucky to enjoy the splendour of this day. I fight for their cause. The lonely of this world. The one's she brings depression to every year when they cannot be with a person they love. She may be the source of many true loves but for every two hearts merging into one, there are 50 other hearts shattered. My cause will never be finished for there will always be lonely people out there. Valentine only makes it worse for them. Why should there be a day set aside for five couples in a city of a hundred people with no one to care for or be cared for by?"
The young man's words escaped his mouth as he rode on past river and into the mountains. However, none heard him as he disappeared over the horizon.

This is why i do not support Valentine's day. Tis because there are more people out there that wish they could celebrate it compared to those that actually celebrate it. And I also think it's stupid beause it isn't a public holiday anyway.