I've never met one quite like her. She was annoying and prissy, and never one to actually step out in the field and do the dirty work herself. But her father's pay was pretty, and we knew the bounty on our heads if we ever disagreed with her would be huge, no killer would leave a chance like that alone. Our worth could go up to the millions, billions if she felt bitter enough, and we weren't asking for death just yet.      After all, she could order us out with just one sweet word

comparisions are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection She wasn't sure if she's heard anything more true than that. Perfection was hard to chase, and impossible to get closer to, and she doesn't think she wanted a touch ever again because it burns. It burns and it's hot and it's not there anymore and she's missing him a lot more than she though she would.  cause when i'm with him, i'm thinking of you