HitmanA Poem by AnaHe's never had trouble nailing his targets before, so why is this time any different?
He sat inside the darkened room, sweat beading on his face.
He'd been following her trail for months now, and he'd finally arranged a place. As he set his gun up on the counter, his heart beat with such ferocity. But why? He'd finally be bringing an end to this female's monstrosity. He placed his eye against the scope, his breathing growing heavy. All he could do was hope, and try his best to be ready. She stepped into his line of view, and his mouth opened with a gasp. He stifled, his voice barely a rasp. Her hair was like the night sky, jet black and full of life. Her complexion so fair and soft, it tempted him to cry. He set his gun down, sitting back his head against the wall. How could he be expected to kill such a beautiful woman? This was too much for him all He threw his gun down on the floor, his head held in both hands. He couldn't do this anymore, couldn't meet such high demands.
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