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"You could have asked me, Adam.         Alexis don't have to come to every                single event you have in your schedule."

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☁ - ideal holiday

Send me "black bird" for a darker memory of my muse's past

The first time that Eric had ever killed for the other leader's of Dauntless it had been gruesome and it was one of his most terrible memories that he carried. They had wanted him to kill a family and dispose of the bodies where they wouldn't be found. They had given him their address the family was part of Candor, Eric wished he had asked more questions but he hadn't. Eric had went during the night when it was pitch black out he had slipped into their house without being noticed.

He had thought it was just two adults but there had been one child who was about seven years old in one of the rooms. Eric had pulled back fast and pressed his back against the wall his heart racing and his breathing was fast. He couldn't do this but he had to he couldn't fail or he would be the one in a hole somewhere. Eric sucked in a deep breath and pulled his knife as he stepped in the room. He grabbed a pillow and pressed down hard on the child's face suffocating her to death. She struggled for a little bit but it seemed so soon that she stopped, Eric held the pillow down for a few minutes to make sure she was dead. Eric grabbed her blanket and put it over her he couldn't look at her face.

Send me a ♮ for my muse's reaction to yours walking in on them and seeing all their scars/injuries

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The scrape of the shovel against the pavement was rhythmic and annoying all in one. With a few groans, Marlo shoveled the snow into a large pile next to her driveway. She paused and leaned against the shovel as the mailman brought the mail. She waved a gloved pair of fingers at the man as he trudged across the street, matted down with snow and dirt mixture that made things all the more slick when driving. She nodded at the man with another smile before she watched him slide a bundle of letters into the mail box that was mounted on her house, before starting down the rest of the sidewalk to deliver the rest of the mail. 

She looked at her current work and shrugged her shoulders, finding that her work was sloppy but at least she could get her car into the driveway without getting stuck half way. She turned and walked up the driveway and to her house, her legs all but frozen from the icy winds that funneled down the street. It's what she got for living near a large body of water, but she could still complain about it. After sticking the snow shovel into the piled powder, like a she was attempting to stake claim in the olden times. 

She dug into the small box, her gloved fingers finding it hard to grab the pieces of parchment, but eventually she got a hold of all the papers and tucked them under her arm before opening her door. She kicked her boots free of the snow before stepping inside. After stripping of her wet snow gear, boots, and pants, she walked into the living room and sank down on her couch. 

She crossed her bare legs, idly looking at the bright red coloration on her legs from the cold before she flipped through her mail.

"Bill, bill, advertisement...what's this?" 

She observed the envelope that was fat and had hand written addressing. Either the advertisements were getting crafty or this was an a real letter. She thought the written word was a dead craft, someone had proved her wrong. She open the envelope, taking out the contents and unfolding the letters and starting to read the written letter.

This was not for her, but the more she read it the bigger her smile grew. Instantly she was up, looking for pen and paper, an envelope, and a stamp. Soon she was scratching down a letter, a smile over her face as she responded to the one she had received.

'Dear Adam;

My name is Marlo,

I'm sorry to inform that your friend no longer resides at this address. It was interesting to read of your childhood! I bet you and you friend always had a lot of fun going around through the summer here. This area always has a pretty summer, I've only had one year not much more.

Though, I enjoy the winter season more than the summer.

Even though you have to deal with snow, it's a beautiful time of year. I also enjoy the lights that go up. What about you?

Listen to me, going on about the winter and you didn't even want to write me, or didn't think you were going to write me.

Though, I love and appreciate written letters, so if you wouldn't mind would you like to maybe write some back and forth? I can understand that it maybe odd writing a stranger, but it could be fun right?

Sincerely;

Marlo.'

She looked over her letter and folded the papers into an envelope and licked the stamp to stick it in the corner. After copying the address from the envelope to hers, she licked the glue and stuck it closed. She dressed herself in her winter-gear and made a trek to the mail office and deposited her envelope.