"PLEASE!" the woman with the dark hair and glasses pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but I have to" she cried, wiping the tears with the back of her free hand.
"No you don't. All you have to do is.. just... drop the gun!" the terrified woman stated calmly.
"I can't. You'll tell. I KNOW YOU WILL!" she said, screaming the last part.
"I won't. I promise" said the woman.
"No. I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, you've never been very trustworthy, have you, Valerie?" she stated/asked simply, giving a non-humerous laugh at the end.
"Please" whispered the woman, before the girl pulled the trigger, silencing her forever.
"Sorry. It's not personal" said the girl before taking one last look at the lifeless woman on the floor and walking off into the night.
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White heart
Mystery / Thriller'My hands are of your colour but I shame to wear a heart so white'- Shakespeare
