The Hitman's Love

TW: mentions of guns and violence

Line up the shot. Pull the trigger. Get my money. That’s all I have to do. Aim, kill, money. That’s all I have to do. Until she is what I see through my scope. The girl with the long, ruby hair with soft waves all the way down. The girl I know smells like strawberries but tastes like cherries. The girl whose voice replays through my mind 24/7. The girl I fell in love with last April. Aim, kill, money. The bullet rang. This isn’t a modern love story. This is just another day of work.      

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