"As a last resort, a final stand before escape. Getting away with murder would be too difficult, and really, killing her would be a bit too much. She doesn't deserve death. But how else? How else could I ever be free? This reasoning with myself is driving me crazy. I'm already too close to the edge. Don't push me cause i'm close to the - eeeedge."
He realizes that he just had his final moment of sanity, right there, right then. Now comes the easy part, simply becoming. He smiles at the cashier and happily pays the 3,50 that this sorry excuse for a sandwich clearly isn't worth. As he waits for the boarding process, he has an epiphany. He is not a killer. She will not die. This is where he was heading all along. Out of the country and into a new life. He forces a smile. He should feel relieved, finding a solution without violence, but somewhere there is an itch. The forced smile becomes a natural one, as the edge fades off into the horizon behind him. The itch has a voice.
"Not killing her you say. And all that planning for nothing? I don't think so."
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Vad är dethär?Detär underbart! Måste läsa lite till! =P Man känner igen sig och lever in i berättelsen på en gång liksom!
bring on the splatterporrkomedi!
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