"A heart's a heavy burden."
I have wiped the warm tears spilling from my eyes, nodding tamely. “I am not sure I even want to have a heart then,” I said, trying to compose myself.
I don’t usually get so caught up in my work. I am trying to keep my distance. But this…
The corpse was already decomposing, weeks laying there without anyone paying attention. A young girl in cute blue and white dress, probably on her way to the church or I don’t know, somewhere. A girl with future in front of her, young, full of ideals and then just a cold body. I remember this case from the radio. Family paid for her save return. But she was murdered anyway. The culprit got his money and still proceeded to do it. It’s not my job. am not a cop. I am mercenary. I don’t kill people out of any moral high ground, I do it for money. Yet this time… … the man laying next to her with a gunshot in his head was very telling about my stance.But it wasn’t enough. Sure, he won’t hurt anyone else.. but it won’t help her, will it?“I am sorry, I just… I didn’t realise it will hit me so hard…” I was trying to look less fragile in front of my friend. “Seeing her and all..”
