I set the glass plate with the lasagna on it and let it warm up for 3 minutes. I ate quickly, brushed my teeth and showered, making sure to wash the memories of the murder with the dirty water. I felt bad because Cory was mad, I wanted nothing else but to make him happy. I'm a failure, to my sister, the love of my life, even my parents didn't want me. If he left me I wouldn't be surprised. I try, but it's hard to balance killing, visiting my sister and maintaining a healthy relationship. I get out of the shower, throw on gray sweatpants and go to my room.
Cory is asleep on the bed, looking like an angel, he's so beautiful, inside and out. I love him more than words can describe. He fills my heart and makes my life complete, I don't know what I would do without him. I need to do better for him because I need him. He is my everything.
I got in bed with him, and kissed his shoulder. He stirred and I rested my forehead on his back.
"I'm sorry, I love you. Please don't leave me, I'll be better." I whispered
He turned to face me, a puzzled look on his face.
"Leave you?" Cory wiped a tear from my cheek. I hadn't even realized I was crying,
"I would never." he said sternly
"I know, but I get in my head someti-" I was cut off by a chaste kiss
"I love you," he murmured,
"But it just gets lonely sometimes. With your job and Lavender. I wish things were different."
"How do we fix this Mi Vida? I don't want you to be sad."
We sat in silence for a few minutes.
"What if we opened the relationship, would that make you feel better? I don't know what else to do, I want you to be happy."
"You're the one I want, no one else," He said, drifting off to sleep.
I kissed him,
"I love you, goodnight Mi Vida."
YOU ARE READING
Hitmans life
Mystery / ThrillerA young man begins to murder people for money, he does it out of love for his dying sister, for the love of his boyfriend. But someone is creeping among the shadows, waiting for him to become theirs.
