"She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment .
- Care for a smoke?
- Sure, I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?
- I didn't came here for the party. I came here for you. I've watched you for days. You're everything a man could ever want. But it's not just your face, your figure or you're voice...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.
The wind rises, electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right. 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 was running from. I'll cash her check in the morning.
The Man
(sin city)
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