As the dusk light filtered through the front window and passed the lace curtains she stood in the off white light waiting. The door crept open as his eyes met with hers. As they embraced, although it was genuine, his mind was filled with the blood and gore of the murder he'd just seen before. The aftermath of a killer's deed weighed heavy on his mind with the crush velvet of her lips.
It was 2am and he sat up, grabbed his pants, said "you're a doll, but I gotta go", and left out the front door. On his way out the sun was poking it's head again. The rays of light greeted him with little effort as he struggled to push his feet back to the scene of the crime.
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