Goodbye.
It's a bittersweet thing, isn't it? Taking something sad, and putting good in front of it so that it will hurt a little less. I don't think It would have helped though, when he laid dead in my arms, even if I had gotten a goodbye. I don't think it would have scrubbed off the dripping crimson on the concrete floor. I don't think it would have cleansed my bloody hands. No, goodbye can't comfort a murderer, and even if it did, I didn't get one.
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Hitting on the hitman
Romance"If you so much as lay a single finger on Jess," Lucas warned in a breathless dry voice. "I'll break every fucking bone in your body and then." He laughed to himself. "I'll burn off the other side of your fucked up face," He whispered, chuckling in...
