The Man

She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright. That I'll save her from whatever she's scared of and take her far far away. I tell her... I love her. The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she's running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.

— It's your eyes. All the things I see in your eyes
— What is it you see in my eyes?
— I see a crazy calm. You're sick of running. You're ready to face what you have to face. But you don't want to face it alone
— No. I don't want to face it alone