Preface

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What was she doing?

Was she really going to do this?

She meets the mischievous gaze of the man in front of her. She swallows nervously at him as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. His now grey hair seems more... wild than when she saw him for the last time in twenty years, she realizes.

"What's taking you so long?" he suddenly asks, startling her into almost dropping the bottle. Shaking her head, she notices that the bottle with green liquid is already touching his lips, but he hasn't downed the contents inside yet.

"N- nothing," she stutters unconvincingly as she brings her own bottle to her mouth She notices her trembling hand and unsuccessfully wills the shivering to stop. In a rather quivering voice, she asks, "On three?"

He nods. "One," they count simultaneously.

"Two..." She frowns. He seems way to eager for this.

Way too eager to reunite with her after leaving her for twenty years. Way too eager to drink the bottle.

Way too eager to watch her drink the bottle.

She discreetly hesitates on the final second, hoping that he doesn't notice the halt in counting.

But he does.

Narrowing his eyes, he chucks his bottle of poison at her, the glass shattering and cutting her skin as she falls backwards from her stool. Betrayal and shock evident on her face, her vision becomes blurry as blood pools around her head. She's so in shock that she doesn't move before the man has made his way over to her.

He then grabs the bottle in her fist before it empties completely, startling her even more. Before she can inch away, he forces the poison into her mouth and makes her swallow the lethal contents.

As her lips begin to shape to voice out a protest, her eyes roll into her head as her body limbs start to shoot out in different directions. She tries to force her body to cooperate with her mind, but her mind feels like it's been disconnected from her actual body.

He leans over her, straightening his posture. "Three..." he whispers over her corpse. His voice like an echo in the eerie silence. He then closes her eyes.

For good.

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