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o. He should have known better than to think I would leave anything important there. I had dedicated days to watching him b

element of surpris

mouth. But I hear the sound of his kneecap crack through

glance towards the mess his left arm has become. Yeah, he definitely won't be using it again. "Now that you understand the conseq

He said between weak sobs. Bea

round before glaring at him. "Taking a piss in fro

. I could think of a million things I'd rather be doing with my time than strolling around an art gallery, and that included trying to figure out exactly

hands before taking a look at the rest of my

his left arm amputated, if it starts to rot and he dies you'd escort him to hell." I

the gallery had been arranged. Every section had a different touch of what evil

I see

it to be free for me to admire. The long black dress she is wearing hugs her form with a slit that exposes her legs as she walks towards us making the silky fabric float around her, revealing her black st

and I'd be your

ed to say her name to know what

st on how her lips are moving. I feel this urge to possess her, make her min

ory of some pieces and the artists' inspiration be

s my line of sight to look at

hem seemed dead and alive at the same t

compliments her skin well, and I'm wondering w

st and immediately know that I wa

ece a bit, the light in her eyes dull before they show her passion again. "If you look closely the woman is more dead than th

love. And he doesn't understand that by holding on to her the only thing that's happening is that he's dying alon

urface, and it's what's hidden that matters. But there's not much

she asks "So you're saying the violence in

if there's evil within her too. "I'm saying violence

er is pretty shaken up but she hides it

excuses herself to the

"Walk with me." And I turn and head for the door of the

anionable silence. Being in her presence is peaceful, and I did not

h her, my hands grab onto her slim waist and I draw her slightly upwards. As she stands we hold our gazes, her brown eyes are regarding me with such intensity that, for a moment, it feels

d take a step back from her befo

allery to see my mum heading out. "Your girlfriend is here, I s

it my face before stepping into the car with my mum. The entire ride back home the air was filled with a pregnant pause and I can tell Irena wants

ight. I won't be scared t

a long time and failing to forget the first time my mum saw me when I was sixteen, two weeks after I had killed my father.