Love Kills

Chapter 2

    Trying to get to my destination took more time than I expected. Finally after getting lost a couple of times, since I am new in this city, I arrived to the ice cream store. As I opened the door of the store I felt my nose being filled with the variety of ice cream flavours. After searching with my eyes across the store I immediately recognized Jason, sitting in a two-chair table with two cups of vanilla and chocolate ice cream. I started walking towards him giving very small steps, suddenly he lifted his head, making eye contact with me.

"Hey Charlotte!" He was the first one to talk, looking a little overexcited for just meeting with me for ice cream.

"Hi Jason." I say, as I wave my hand to him, gesture I have noticed many people do.

He then moves his arm, gesturing me to where the chair is. "Do you wanna take a sit"

"Sure" I try to smile while taking a sit directly in front of him.

"I hope it doesn't bother you that I already bought the ice creams, I got chocolate and vanilla for both of us. Is it okay?" He said this, looking shy with his light green eyes.

I wanted to say that I actually didn't care since the last time I tried ice cream was more than 4 years ago, but that would be quite suspicious and weird so I just nodded and said, "Its fine, thanks"

Jason then passed me the cup of ice cream, with the spoon I submerged it into the cup and brought it directly to my mouth to eliminate one of the biggest cravings I had always had. As I felt the cold spoonful enter my mouth I felt a pleasant shiver run down my spine, making me feel a mixture of undescriptible emotions since it feels like it was in a very far away past where I used to enjoy eating ice cream.

Jason and I then followed to have a conversation, starting with the most superficial topics, like about our families, friends, school, grades, etc. It was hard talking about all those topics because I wasn't allowed to talk about my life before the organisation. I was just blabbering fake things they made me memorize for occasions like this one. However moments later the attitude of the conversation changed, we were now having a deeper conversation, talking about things which I had never talked before, with no one at all. For a moment I forgot I was Charlotte Rollins, I started talking as myself, as the person who I was way before my whole life changed.

Minutes suddenly turned into hours without any of us even noticing. I was so engaged in the conversation with Jason that I didn't notice the time. I look at the clock hanging in the far end of the store. I notice the handles moving, clockwise, the handles were moving faster than they always do, but I knew that it was just my imagination, the handles were moving exactly like they are supposed to. 6:14pm. I am supposed to meet with the guy in the black hoodie at 6:15!.

"Jason!" I shout, interrupting the peace of our conversation. "I am sorry, but I have to leave. NOW!"

Jason is taken back by my sudden outburst, he then looks at me with concerned eyes. "Are you ok? Is everything alright"

Only in that moment I noticed that I had screamed, catching the eyes from everyone in the store, interrupting all of their conversations. "Umm, yes I am fine. Don't worry about me" I say trying to sound convincing enough. " I just lost track of time and I need to be somewhere else right now."

"Oh, very well then. See you later?" He said with concern in his eyes.

"Sure" I blurt out, and without giving him a chance of saying something else I just turn abruptly to the door and leave.

As the fresh wind of the approaching night caresses my skin, I start sprinting as fast as I can towards the same place where I met the guy in the black hoodie.

A couple of minutes later I reach one of the darkest parts of the park. I then take a sit in a bench located under a tree with colorful falling leaves.

"How did it go?"

I nearly had a heart attack in that precise moment since I didn't notice when the guy in the black hoodie appeared right in front of me. It takes me a couple of seconds to recover myself from my still loudly beating heart.

When my breathing starts to go back to normal I manage to say,

"Well, I have managed to make a strong connection with the target an-"

"Meaning that you will be able to get the job done very soon. Perfect" He interrupted me very abruptly but didn't care at all and just continues talking, "You have until tomorrow to get the job done or if not..." He says this as he makes a movement of slicing his throat with his fingers, meaning my death.

The guy in the black hoodie looks at my eyes firmly for a couple of seconds before disappearing again in the dark and leaving me alone submerged in my own thoughts.

Right after that I was left with a sour feeling in me. As I thought about doing what I am supposed to do before tomorrow I felt something I had never felt before, not when I was a living like a normal teenager, nor in all these years of working as a hitman, meaning that I am paid to kill people. I have always felt comfortable in doing what I do, but with him, I don't want to do it, I wouldn't dare to pull the trigger. I got into this because I didn't felt happy with my life, I felt like I didn't belong anywhere. That feeling is gone when I am with him, and even though I don't know him perfectly, I can tell he is someone who can make me happy, and someone who can make me forget my sadness.