still bull but im trying OwO
welp, i tried, sorry if its bad, have a nice day!
_Azrael looked at the warped piano in front of him and felt sad. He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved old-fashioned London with its great, grubby gates. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Zach Zach was a bold monster Azrael gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a sinister, witty, whiskey drinker with His friends saw him as a dead, dirty demon. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a racid disabled person. But not even a sinister person who had once jumped into a river and saved a racid disabled person, was prepared for what Zach had in store today. The snow flurried like stabbing dogs, making Azrael anxious. As Azrael stepped outside and Zach came closer, he could see the squealing smile on his face. Zach glared with all the wrath of 6437 cold-blooded knowledgeable kittens. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge." Azrael looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the warped piano. "Zach, I love you, father.," he replied. They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two robust, rainy rabbits crying at a very brave funeral, which had piano music playing in the background and two forgetful uncles dying to the beat. Azrael studied Zach's solid ankles and ugly eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Azrael in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you Zach." Zach looked jumpy, his emotions raw like a tiny, tasteless torch. Azrael could actually hear Zach's emotions shatter into 4025 pieces. Then the bold monster hurried away into the distance. Not even a glass of whiskey would calm Azrael's nerves tonight. _
THE END