“You could at least pretend to be morally conflicted.”
Starters || NOT ACCEPTING || @badbraiins
Eyes glanced down to the body that lay by her feet for a brief moment-- It wasn’t often someone witnessed a murder, and yet the situation was nothing but uncomfortable, awkwardness hanging in the air. Quickly her vision flickered up to make eye contact with the girl, only to return the man she’d just killed. Her words held validity, a valuable idea, and yet it wasn’t all too appealing. F U C K I T. She’d never been one to pretend.
“But.. i’m NOT??” With a slight shrug, she continued, “If I pretended to care I’d be a bloody liar, and I’m not one.”












