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The mission was to eliminate her, not fall in love with her.
Those words have been replaying in my head on a loop and I can't escape them, no matter how hard I try.
I knew they were watching from the moment I met Lilith, considering they're the ones that sent me to her in the first place.
But the note inside the fortune cookie?
It's too much. They're too close and it's getting too dangerous. I need to do something to get them off my trail, and I need to do it fast.
The only way for me to do that is to kill Lilith.
When I decided to accept the mission, I didn't anticipate it to be this hard. I thought I could just encroach myself into her life, and kill her when the time was right like they told me to. But I didn't expect my personal feelings to get in the way. I didn't expect her to break through my psychopathic wall, and become the first person to make me feel or want to feel this way.
But they don't know that. They haven't spent time with her like I have. They haven't seen her smile and play peek-a-boo with a baby passing by in a stroller. They haven't seen her pick flowers and smell them. They haven't seen how considerate and protective she can be of her loved ones. They haven't seen the real her. They haven't seen her like I have.
Even though I somewhat know her, they don't. Their cluelessness about her is why I have to act first because if I don't, they will and it will be so much worse.
I'd be lying if I said that it wouldn't rip me apart to kill her and that pain is something foreign to me because I've never had any issues killing anyone before. Not even when I killed my own mother.
I know that Lilith is out of town because she went to an art gallery with her mother, but the tracker I put on her car is still very active. I know exactly where she is, and my head hurts at the thought of what I'm about to do in the next hour.
I hop on my stolen motorcycle and head to the storage locker where they leave me things. Or more specifically, weapons. I always knew the weapons were there, I just never had the chance to use them because by the time I should've used them, I was too busy fucking Lilith.
When I get there, I look through the various weapons on display in front of me. I don't pay any attention to the handguns because they're not going to be helpful to me today. Instead, I lay my hands on an M4 carbine with a scope. I grab one single bullet, and I put it inside of a guitar case.
I get on my motorcycle again and follow the tracker. She's about twenty minutes away from me, and with every minute that passes by, a myriad of thoughts regarding what I should be feeling, if I was normal, runs through my mind.
