Twenty-eight

I saw Platinum turning to the right. I walked towards him and there he was, crouching down on the steps of a closed store. He was drinking tge coffee, shaking with a faraway look on his face. I sat down beside him and opened my hot coffee. "I didn't know what came to me." He said. "I've never done something like that." Moments passed before I answered him. "It was just a scratch. Very light. He could just wipe it off." He may have heard the regret in my voice. It was such a shame he didn't do much more damage. It would have been a masterpiece.

"My gosh you're really a psycho."