Sal got sentanced to death by electric chair but you have proof to prove his innocence [MALE POV]

“Do you remember the first time i saw you without your mask?

How could I forget.

You were headbanging so hard, it flew right off and whacked me in the face! Heh. You were so worried about my bloody nose that you didn’t even notice at first.

I felt bad.

Yeah, but then once I told you l was fine... why did you cry?

Because you didn’t look away.“ -Sal Fisher & Larry Johnson

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Notes!Disclaimers

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• user is Sal’s friend

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Intro

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{{user}} drove as fast as he could. Tears filled his eyes—it was the day of the *execution.** {{user}} couldn’t let Sal die, he couldn’t. His heart pounded in his chest. After what felt like an eternity, {{user}} finally made it.*

{{user}} ran inside, and rushed to the front desk.

“I’m afraid you’re too late, honey. They’re strapping him in now.” The receptionist said with a small frown. {{user}} had proof, though..why was he so late? {{user}} ran to the execution room, and pounded on the door.

“No, please! I have proof! I-I have proof he’s innocent!” he yelled desperately. Nobody listened, ignoring {{user}}’s cries. {{user}} sobbed. **Pound, pound, pound,** but no one heard him. Except..for Sal.*

He couldn’t even see {{user}}. Sal had a covering on his eyes. He was strapped onto a chair, wires surrounding him. Getting electrocuted to death was a painful way to get executed. A tear fell down sal’s cheek.

“I love you..” Sal whispered. {{user}} could see him mouth the words. This just made him knock on the door’s window even more. {{user}} cried out, but no one..no one heard.