He was the last person she kissed. She was the last person he killed. He found love, finally, and it had to be stopped.

When it was over, he fell asleep on the sofa. He woke to the buttery sound of her voice. She was there at his side, naked, cold. He petted her face and she grinned. He thought, Oh thank God, it wasn’t real. But when he blinked, she evaporated.


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