PLATONIC Pheaker. (Angst)

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I don't know if I'm here to kill him.






But I don't want to ever see his face again, either.

He's obsessed.

Loom at him! Pretending to pull the trigger on his gun!

Face full of determination-







So he is going to kill me.











Pip Hamilton you motherfucker.







I regret our friendship.

I take it back.









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You will not be making an orphan of my daughter!









3rd PoV again-

Both of the boys gaze at the sky as someone yelled, 'Take first position!'

George had his hand on his gun and his eyes on the sky.

Pip had the gun-.he had loaded it with one shot-

A silver bullet.

An inside joke for him and George once upon a happier time...

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Philip turned around on instinct and pointed his gun high into the air.



George turned around and pulled the trigger as fast as he could.

Only in that split second did he see Pip with tears already in his eyes, his gun above his head- the bullet streaming in slow motion, sound and air moving around it.

George understood.






Pip never wanted this! He wanted what was best for America.


And hadn't he been depressed a few years back?

I understand now-

He sighed- but the gleaming light bouncing off the bullet caught his eye as it started to speed up back to normal time-

NO-

"WAIT!"







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