This is not what I expected.
I stared into the pair of glazed emerald eyes gazing at me, willing it to disappear.
My Adam’s apple lodged painfully in my throat, and I struggled to breathe as fear clawed at my lungs.
She was gracefully splayed across the carpet, her tresses elegantly fanned out above her head, and her doe-eyes glancing deep into my eyes. It failed to bother me that she caught me breaking into her house, and stealing.
What bothered me was that she was lying in a pool of blood. She was dead. Very dead.
Lesson learnt. Never steal. Too late though.***
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