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--= Vikk's + P.O.V. =--

I don't want to cry but I can't take it. Jerome's flashing me looks of confusion, guilt, and sympathy. But all in all they only make me feel worse...

Maybe this wasn't a good idea, but I had to do it anyways. A shaky breath escaping my lips I wiped away the tears sliding down my face.

Hoping to be able to answer whichever type of question Jerome throws at me.... I mean, I kinda have to.....Right?

"What's the job Vikk?" Jerome wondered. Worry burning brightly inside Jerome's eyes it just made tears fall down my face even more.

".......An Assasination." I murmurred. Jeromes eyes bolting wide I tensed. Not sure of what to do I bolted up but I was immediately stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around me.

My eyes darting to the arms I noticed Jerome's furry arms holding me close. My breaths coming out quick and shallow Jerome just sat back down. Dragging me along with him.

"I'm sorry Jerome." I muttered. Tears streaking down my face Jerome just shook his head. Wiping away all the tears in a friendly like matter.

"It's okay Vikk, can you tell me WHO exactly you need to assassinate?" Jerome questioned.

My heart bleeding out from all of the aching feeling I gave Jerome a look. Which instantly caused the sympathetic Bacca in front of me to tense.

"Preston, Rob, or you...." I choked out. Bawling even more Jerome stared at me. No expression on Jerome's face I got up and ran off.

This time without the Bacca stopping me.

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Wow.......Dem feels doe....0.0.....<3

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