“Is it done.” His faint voice echoing in his ears.

Mumbling a soft yes, he answered. Suspicious of the people around her. Heaving a soft sigh, he hung up, his cat-like eyes observing the people around him- he was cautious, a little too cautious, but still he had to. His well being depended on it.

Hers did too.

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Soft tears ran down her cheek, not many, but quite a few.

It was spreading,

Through her legs, up her torso, across her arms, then through her neck.

She would become her weakness. It was always like this.

She always knew, but yet.

What was there to live for before he came along?

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