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"Why do you punish them Marjolaine?" I asked myself with a sigh while roaming the lonely room.  The morbid lights of the bar matched my mood.  The air stunk of musty sweat, cheap cigars and smoky whiskey.  Small booths of faded black leather sat empty along the beer paraphernalia littered walls while the bar's few occupants sat on the high stools ringing the thick mahogany bar wrapped in an elongated U. I didn't want to be here.  But it was the best place to find the desolate – someone whose dreams had long been given up.  I could become his angel of death and he'd love me for my embrace. The rationalizations didn't make my sins any less ev

…I was running, sprinting as fast as my legs could carry me.  I could feel their burning protest, the gasping in my lungs.  I ran through dark woods, glowing moonlight filtering through the sparse clouds and overhead branches.  My feet crashed through the underbrush, wet leafy ferns, and scratchy vines occasionally grabbing at my ankles.  They were telling me to run.  'Keep running,' they pleaded with me in agonized loving tones.  These voices in my head practically screaming to 'keep moving' anytime my feet would begin to slow.  The branches snapped against my arms as I fought through them. Directionless.  Lost.  HE was behind me somew

Over the next three days, I realized I was becoming a hypocrite.  With each passing moment, I should be putting distance between Jared and myself to keep from killing him.  Yet despite my previous arguments about being incapable of real emotions, I was irretrievably falling in love with him.