Description
An executioner. A blood-shedder. A young teen thrust to delinquency. Faye has never been welcomed with open arms. Since birth, she's been damned till death. Despite her best intentions, her strikes are slowly running out. She's been running on her well reserved personality for as long as she can remember. Well composed, imperturbable and detached is how many would describe her. "Hatred is all that is left. I buried them with my own hands, their tiny bodies into the soil, eyes closed. I kissed them before the dirt covered them and in that touch, love left my body forever. Without it all I can focus on is revenge. I want them dead, all of them, every last one. I want the man who dropped the bombs from an office far away to know his children are dead before I cut his throat. What then? I have no idea. I don't care what's next, that's where I finish." - However, one particular man did not share this same perspective towards Sinclair. On the contrary, he believed her to be a fraud. He saw through the guise. - Harley Ramirez, they boy who had eyes of pure mischief and a heart of gold; he had that way of moving that honest people do, with the spark of the child and a smile that went all the way through to his core. "I can honestly say I don't hate anyone, I never have. I guess that makes me a freak in this world. Even in betrayal the mechanism to turn it into hatred fails, instead my mind seeking to understand their behaviour from a compassionate point of view. I just hope that in time hatred is seen for the pointless waste of time it is and that when we see it we begin to understand that it is a marker of love misused."
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