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It’s never pretty when the past comes calling. It wasn’t pretty for Phyllis. It wasn’t pretty for me. Both of us on the run. Moonlight coloring everything a sickly gray. The water lapping against the boat, lulling us into a false sense of security.
Death becomes her. She’d been dealing death her whole adult life. Maybe even before then.
Still, Death and his mistress were both looking me in the face, staring at me with their milk-white eyes. Both calling me to their poisoned bosoms.
Death or prison. Neither was a promising endeavor. Either way, I was staring Death and Phyllis in their cold, dead eyes.
I’d killed a man for her. Fell in love with a girl who was in love with another man. Almost fell for Phyllis. Did for a while. It was my undoing. Just like this would be my undoing.
Would the ocean’s tender tendrils drag me under, or would Nerdlinger’s shade be waiting for me in the lapping waves, pull me down, let the ocean’s salty water fill my lungs until I floated free of body, my soul trapped in Death’s all-encompassing embrace?
Did I want this?
No.
Would I do this?
Yes.
I’d jump.