He looks at her lifeless body. He made her that way. He took her valuable life. Her one and only life. He began to cry as he watched her helpless body. He drooped to his knees. How could he do this to his one true love? How cans he just kill her? He stood up with her in his arms. He walks down the street to his employers house. He puts her soft body on the porch. He takes one more look at her and whisper his love to her. He slowly walks away as tears fall from his eyes.
"So boss, what my next job?" he asked
"There's a girl that lives down the street from my house. I want her dead by tonight." the boss replied
"Yes boss" he walked out the house to get ready for his lunch date a 12.
"Hey Marie" he said as he sat in the chair across from her
"Did you know that today is our 67th date?" she replied
" Not 67th, 68th. And I do know. And i have something to tell you"
"What is it?" she asked
" I love you"
They finished their date and he went back to work.
He didn't look at the picture that came with address. And when he shot the gun he didn't look at the person he was shooting. When he did at the end, He never knew that he killed the only one he loved.
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