Take out one person out of the love equation and you’ve got yourself an independent lover. Taking out two, well that’s just murder.
I ran towards the tall, marble building; out of breath and sweaty palms. My mind was focused on her and only her. I didn’t mean for it to go this far. I didn’t mean to drag her into this. My men didn’t know the problem would be this unfix-able. The only thing that could save her was her faith.
Growing impatient, I plummeted into the glass doors. That bomb was going to go off any minute now, so which room was she in?
I can hear the questions in her mind, repeating over and over.
“Where is he?”
“Why am I here?”
“What have I done to deserve this?”
And then, click. An aggressive realization topples over my conscious as I stand in the middle of the tiled lobby.
I’m in the wrong building.
