Tears
Lucille I'm sitting in front of him again but this time I'm not tied or scared and we're alone. This time it's different and we both know that. He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He looks at me a little disappointed. I look away. I'm not going to say anything unless he doesn't want me to. I don't want to talk about it and I don't care if she's dead or not. People always die in this business and nobody cares. So why should I? I get colder with everything that happens. With every minute. With every hour. “You almost killed her. She'll probably make it but you almost killed her.” he says and I could spit into my own face. She'll make it? Fuck. I tried so hard. If they would've let me and if I would've had enough time, I definitely would've made it.
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