The Revolver

Since she came into his life she maybe one of the best thing that ever had to him.She came by with an unknown story.Only a piece of knowing that she was at her hardest time in her life .His father told him to save her for whatever price would be.

Some spirit told him that killing people is weird.First ,you are happy when you planned it .You are happier when you did it .But after that you feel nothing.Then the worst thing is , feeling guilty.

What is the most horrific way to kill ? Smoky guns....then ones lying there after staggering and Stammering..? Or blade of ..don't finish it.

Nothing would provoke him after feeling sinful .It's a zenith point out limits .There was nothing important anymore.She was such a lovely wounded butterfly with her small beautiful wings .She smiled but she cried inside.She was left unloved .She was crying like a sad angel .Then she took care of him while he was dying .

He was bleeding on the head .That clot of blood was thick and sticky .

Then she brought
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