As She Pleases
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Ongoing6m
Last published Sat, Jun 30, 2018
"Everyone has a story. Everyone has a reason they are where they are; everyone is haunted by memories they long to forget. This is my story. This is who I'm haunted by. This, this is who I have been trying to forget for 21 years."
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"Mia." I looked up at him as he called my name, his dark eyes laced with anger, boredom.
"River?" I said, in a questioning voice.
"You kill, or you get killed." He threw the gun at me, and I caught it. "I couldn't care less. Kill him. Now."
And me, the lovesick puppy, heard her orders, and I obeyed.
I looked the man in the eyes, his pleading eyes, and I looked at River, who had now lit a cigarette and had brushed the whole situation off, as if we were merely discussing our opinions on a sports game.
The lovesick puppy looked at her love, and then the lovesick puppy pulled the trigger.
The puppy smiled. River was happy.
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