Cold Blood || jhs

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I admired the beautiful scenery surrounding me as I walked through the park. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my denim jacket, humming a soft melody to myself.

My lips curved into a smile as I noticed you- standing by the pond, you were kneeling down, clearly focused on something on the ground.

I sneaked my way towards you, tip-toeing as to not make any noise. I carefully peered over your shoulder only to lay my eyes on a gun at your feet.

I jumped back, tripping over my own legs I fell onto the grass, my bottom colliding with the quite hard turf.

Your head immediately snapped in my direction, the look in your eyes completely different from your soft, mesmerising stare you greeted me with every morning.

Your icy stare nearly made my stomach churn, your eyes, they were once again dark and murky. I couldn't recognise you, you were even more intimidating than when I first laid my eyes on you.

❝ Why d-do you have a gun? ❞ I stuttered.

Your unwavering expression should've been enough to send multiple shivers down my spine, but your reply made my heart sink.

❝Have you forgotten? I'm a sociopath, I could kill anyone in cold blood, even you. ❞