it's not my fault.

He fell for her. Twelve stories.

Six hours to live. Traffic jam.

Hand mistaken for gun killed him.

Motto: “Carpe Diem”. Also last words.

I tied the knot. She suffocated.

Finally, the water covered his mouth.

Genius born is a genius lost. 

Bullet finalized the traitor’s document exchange.

His letters have (reluctantly) stopped coming.

Patient screams. Morphine can’t numb death.

Boy met girl. Girl met bus.

Optimist drowns in half full bathtub.

His last words were “I’m innocent.”

Uniforms ring the doorbell. God, no.

Leaders lie. Sons die. Mothers cry.

Love triangle. You get the point.

Chapter One: Coughin’. Chapter Two: Coffin.

Loved a broad, she moved abroad.

Found the bouquet in the garbage.

Told her. Lost her. Honesty’s overrated.

‘Fine.’ A lie defining her life.

Born a twin; Graduated only child.

He bottle-feeds his wife’s killer.

Cigarette ashes, gave way to his.

They awaited sunrise. It never came.

He read his obituary with confusion.

And a funeral followed their honeymoon.

It’s behind you! Hurry before it

My nemesis is dead. Now what?

See that shadow? It’s not yours.

Streets full of water. Please advise.

Bad brakes discovered at high speed.

Served the pie, watched him die.

It cost too much, staying human.

gary  ‘eggsy’  unwin -- kingsman: the secret service // slightly au.