The Writer & His Secret Affections For The HitMan

In all of the rain, I saw him. He stood there staring back at me on the other side of the road. He stood without an umbrella, getting himself wet. And I just smiled a little, my smile went away when I saw the fact that he wasn't waving or being funny like all the other times. He just stood there blankly looking at me.

I saw clearly that his hair was in his way again. I wanted to laugh at him but I really had to confess my feelings to him.

I damned the fact I was in a dress and high heels as I ran to him, I endangered my self by running into the road just like. I didn't listen to the cars stopping or the beeps they gave me or how they screamed. All I wanted was to see him.

His smile that made my heart beat skip a beat. His usual clothes:Hoodies, V-neck shirts under those hoodies, skinny jeans, converses.

Everything about Alex Rand was what I loved. I loved him.

But I wasn't suppose to love him because that wasn't in my contract. I was supposed to kill him.. And he knew that.