Preface
It's not like it wouldn't end this way. Staring into the eyes of the man who was about to kill me, isn't the way I pictured my death. I just wanted something simple, like slowly slipping away in my sleep while being an old woman. But now, my heart was racing, and I could barley hear him spitting threats in my direction because of the rain and thunder.
Just then, something flashed in his eyes. Regret? Sympathy? I couldn't tell, nor did I care. All I needed was to escape my impending death. Harder than it sounds. Trust me.
When did this even start? My mind went reeling back to the first time I met my murderer, but times were different... For both of us.
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