❝ green eyes and sweet goodbyes;
two hearts beating in the wind.❞
it was all in her head,
the fact that he was dead.
until it wasn't anymore,
and his body was on the floor.
her hand held a silver gun,
and she thought,
maybe i should run?
but no, that really isn't any fun.
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