“She shudders at the wind like the last leaf of a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps (…)- I’ve watched you for days… you’re everything a man can ever want. (…) it’s your eyes…all the things I see in your eyes.
- What is that you see in my eyes?
- I see a crazy calm…you’re sick of running. You’re ready to face what you have to face…you don’t want to face it alone.
- No, I don’t wanna face it alone.
The wind rises electric (…) I tell her that everything will be alright, that I’ll save her from whatever she’s scared of and then take her far, far away… I tell her I love her.
The silencer makes a whisper of the gun shot. I hold her close until she’s gone…I’ll never know what she was running from. (…)”
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