( The knife moves from her neck to trace her cheeks, one by one. It lingers beneath one eye, and then against her lips.
He remembers the first time he saw her. He remember that she was the only target he'd ever missed. Had that just been a delay? Had they been living on borrowed time since then, so that this moment was inevitable?
He loves her. Has loved her, since that moment he saved her life. But all that emotion is being squeezed, pressurized, and warped. He's allowed to feel it, all too keenly, because that makes this worse.
He digs the knife into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. )
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He remembers the first time he saw her. He remember that she was the only target he'd ever missed. Had that just been a delay? Had they been living on borrowed time since then, so that this moment was inevitable?
He loves her. Has loved her, since that moment he saved her life. But all that emotion is being squeezed, pressurized, and warped. He's allowed to feel it, all too keenly, because that makes this worse.
He digs the knife into the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. )