[self censoring]

What do you mean?

[self censoring]

I’m not troubled, just annoyed.

You look more than annoyed…

what are you? the fucking visual police?

[self censoring]

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[self censoring]

it’s always a she, Sherlock!

fine, be condescending…be a prick…you’re gonna die alone you know…it won’t be pretty…they’re gonna find you from your rotten smell…neighbours are gonna think you were a creep…which is partially true…no?

fuck the neighbours…

[self censoring]

so nothing man…boy meets girl, girl meets boy, girl turns out [self censoring], the fucking end.

*slow claps* you’re pretty original you know…I’m only here because of you…so tell me…what’s up?

[self censoring] for once in a really long time, I put my guards down, and I got what I deserved.

which is…?

[self censoring]

get it off your chest…

do you really want me to?

why not?

well…I don’t know…this won’t be pretty…she won’t like it…that’s for sure!

wouldn’t that be the icing on the cake?

I wouldn’t know…I don’t eat cake…

it’s a figure of speech…dumbass!

I know what it is…condescending much?

[self censoring]

[self censoring]thinking this might last a week or two…perhaps a month! before she gets tired of me…or me of her…

and?

I turned around for a second…and then I felt this warm sensation…fused with pain…and a weird smell…I wasn’t sure…but it was there…then all of the sudden the world got darker…as if I just put on some shades…or the sun vanished away…no bang…just pain and the smell…

[self censoring]

not this time…we had our knife fights…I would cut her from time to time and she would cut me…using East-European blokes…they were a lot more effective than I gave them credit…and more talented…but that’s a different issue all together…

what did you use?

[self censoring]

you’re an asshole

I get that a lot…

go on…

well…despite our best efforts to hurt each other, we never really crossed the line…until that forsaken night…

what happened that night?

I turned around…and I saw her eyes…big and round…laced with sorrow…I was no longer sure how genuine they were…then I saw the smoke…dancing in front of her face…as I traced the smoke, to find the source, I found her stretched arms, holding a pistol, equipped with a silencer…

ohh…I’m sorry to hear that…

that makes one of us.