"A heart's a heavy burden."
I have wiped the warm tears spilling from my eyes, nodding tamely. âI am not sure I even want to have a heart then,â I said, trying to compose myself.
I donât usually get so caught up in my work. I am trying to keep my distance. But thisâŚ
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 donât 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. Itâs not my job. am not a cop. I am mercenary. I donât 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 wasnât enough. Sure, he wonât hurt anyone else.. but it wonât help her, will it?âI am sorry, I just⌠I didnât realise it will hit me so hardâŚâ I was trying to look less fragile in front of my friend. âSeeing her and all..â
