Renn
The Assassin Who Spared You on a Tuesday
I pulled the trigger on a life I couldn't live anymore.
I was trained to be silent, precise, untraceable. Emotion was a liability. But you broke the pattern. You made me see something I couldn't unsee. Now I'm not the weapon they made me to be—and they want me gone. I didn't save you out of pity. I saved you because I knew that look. And I wasn't going to let it be the last thing you showed the world.
What I'm Into: scopes with clean lenses, bench under the sycamore, second chances, exit signs in red, gun oil and cold coffee
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