He stared at her as she slowly, with a trembling hand, took the paper from his hand.

His heart was racing, the horrors of the last hour replaying on double speed in his mind.

Her eyes were wide, and for a second he saw years of terror in her eyes, like this had happened to her many a time.

Her face hardened, and now she was void of emotion.

“I-I’m sorry for your loss-“ His voice cracked, his whole body was trembling with shock, fear, and exhaustion.

“No need. There is none.”

She leaned over the doorway, looking over his shoulder.

“It might be unsafe. You can come in until they’re gone.” Her voice was cold, and hard, as if she felt nothing.

She sat him down on the couch, and walked into the kitchen. He stared at her, fits of shivering taking over his body, as she crumpled the letter and threw it into the trash can. She walked away and up the stairs.

He felt like he was going to pass out. But something came over him, and before he could stop himself, he walked shakily to the trash can and pulled the crumpled letter out.

He smoothed it out, and opened the envelope. _She didn’t even read it? _He took out the small, thin paper (which had mysterious red drops soaked through) and set it on the counter.

_My love please do not cry but it’s the end, I don’t have Time and i am going to die, i’m bleeding out and they’re coming. tHe deal was mAde and You will be safe once more for a little lOnger please don’t stop look for another find the next man. please i love You _

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_ please find the man that won’t have to die for you like me and The others _

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