An Explanation

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by greatbloody1nspired

by greatbloody1nspired

Adante

"--and then once I cleared my head, I--I realized that I needed to hide the body. And I did. But I might need to stay here at your place a little longer than expected. I probably shouldn't be on the streets for a while." For the last 10 to 15 minutes I had been trying to explain to poor Seph about what happened. Also, why I was basically soaked in blood. At first, she didn't say anything; she just looked at me with a horrified stare. The terrible thing is, my first instinct was to lie.

Then, I realized that I had no reason to lie to Seph. With all the crazy, terrible things I've been through, she's been by my side aiding me. She deserved the truth. Unlike most people. However, if she doesn't want me to stay low at her place anymore, all I ask of her is to at least let me wash up. Then I'd leave. But after I finish explaining, there's an tension-filled silence just hanging in the air. I'm not exactly sure if I want her to say something or not. We've been through a lot but she still always catches me by surprise. There's simply no predicting what Seph will do or say next. So, she just stares at me, like she is pretending she doesn't want to strangle me. But I know her, and when I look into her eyes a little deeper, I can see her sympathy and platonic love. Finally, she sighs and starts to talk.

"Where'd you hide the body? Tell me the truth," she asks.

"I disposed of the body. I covered my prints. But I didn't exactly hide it."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"I put the body in that forest, you know, the one that's famous for suicides, well, I made it look like he stabbed himself." Terrible, I know.

"So, you made it look like a suicide", she relaxed, but her body was still tense.

"Yeah, and the blood is starting to dry on my skin so is it okay if I wash up now?" I already know that Seph has some clothes for when I come out. She's oddly, yet thankfully, always prepared.

"Yes, you can scrub the poor guy's blood off yourself. I already have clothes for you in the closet at the end of the hallway." She points even though I know the drill. We've been through this so many times. How is she not sick of me yet?

"Thanks. You're always looking after me." I try to mean it in a friendship-kind-of-way, but she doesn't look like she took it that way. Better luck tomorrow, I guess.

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