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Prologue

Markus

Blood It coats everything arainst a white canvas It surroundsdown at her beautiful face, I realize I’ll never be able to see her sain Her blue eyes will never shine with exciteain She is gone

My insides twist as if so to twirl them with a fork

You did this

You killed her

I look away, but the blood is still there

There is no escaping what I’ve done

“We have to go, Markus,” my friend, Anthony, calls, his voice filled with panic

I can’t move, can’t breathe Police sirens echo in the distance, but the doo doesn’t faze me All I see is her face, her pale, cold skin, her lifeless eyes Her naet the word out Not that speaking her naed in her skull

“Markus! Let’s go She’s dead” Anthony speaks a truth that I feel in s feel like jello All I want to do is lie here beside her and cradle her body against mine

She’s dead

“We have to go, Markus If they catch us, you’ll go to prison for sure Moretti will kill you!”

So off the concrete, I can’t pull aze from her

Dead Gone My future Taken in a second

I feel a tug ono to prison and pay the ulti, and she is not, will be

On unsteady feet, I stu Anthony pull er Anger that she was here when she shouldn’t have been, anger toward myself, and to the fuckers that shot her