my-sonshine:

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She’s a child. Barely sixteen. There’s baby fat thick on her cheeks, freckles on the bridge of her nose, a young lilt to her voice as she begs for her life. Why would someone take out a hit on a girl so young and innocent? Maybe it would be easier if she did something, or Nick thought she did. All he had been told was that she had to die.

“Please, mister, I’ll do whatever you want-“

If that’s not heartbreaking, he doesn’t know what is. She should be in class right now, not sitting on the bed of this hotel room, struggling as Nick holds her wrist still with latex-gloved fingers. Make it look like a suicide, he had been told. It would be cowardly to look away, but it’s too hard look at her face, so he just watches the stolen kitchen knife dig in and listens to her sob. He does her other arm, crookedly like it was cut by her non dominant hand. Then he slides the handle into her weak, twitching fingers. She’s just a child.

The entire way back home, Nick sees her terrified, too young face.

Oh geez…. 😔