Description
He unfastened the bolt at the edge of the windows, alienating them and making his way in. The room held no light except the wick lamp that burned away. Oblivious to his presence, he stared at her, as she gazed at the grave where he rested fom the opposite window, hands on the burglary. He took little strides to her, standing next to her as she shrieked with fright. His uncharacteristic rudeness nonplused her, leaving her uncertain how to react. Reaching out to her, he noticed her hair was wet with tears and he pulled her into his arms, soothing her. "Ian I murdered him. I'm a murderer can't you see?I....". She choked as he carried her into his arms, laying her on the bed, saying nothing. This was the hardest part of it. Taking one last glance at her,shocked,he turned around and dashed away. CHLOE HAD MURDERED HIM.
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