Is This Where We Begin ?
There he was again. His broody eyes pointing right at me, he didn't move. Staring. Maybe a few branches kept a part of me out of sight, but no. He was looking at me, like it had always been. He had to. He had found me again and it was time to end it, now.
He moved. The bench was emptied. I felt a fresh skin passing so close from my neck, then a tear. He just had to seek and destroy the bad, that was all. I closed my eyes.
" Goodbye " he only said.
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