chapter 7

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One day, he suggested they hang out together, away from the shadows that haunted him. In the serene setting of a snow-covered landscape, they built snowmen, engaged in playful snowball fights, and reveled in the simple joy of laughter. The world felt brighter with Angel by his side.

After their playful escapades, they retreated to a cozy café, where they drank hot chocolate and shared intimate conversations. The Killer, his guard momentarily down, found himself opening up to Angel about his struggles and the internal battles he faced. Surprisingly, Angel's understanding and empathy made him feel unburdened.

As the evening unfolded, they strolled through the city streets, adorned with holiday lights. Angel's laughter echoed through the crisp winter air, and the Killer, for the first time, felt a sense of belonging. The world seemed less ominous with her beside him.

Their connection deepened further that night, and as they stood beneath a streetlight, he couldn't resist the impulse to kiss her. Time momentarily stood still as they shared a tender moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. They exchanged shy glances, pretending that this magical kiss was just a fleeting dream.

Walking her home that night, the Killer couldn't shake the warmth that Angel brought into his life. As they parted ways, he found himself smiling, a genuine and unfamiliar emotion. Little did he know that this happiness would soon be tested by the harsh reality of his haunted past.

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