Refusing to close the
curtains, not answering the phone, afraid of the doorknobs, and locked up in a small space, thinking that he could refuse everything that happened. That person is the whole of your world, so if he disappears, then the whole world will become unfamiliar. If you open the door to see, will it be the old streets, or the hell of Abi that has never recovered.
Fear
suddenly surpasses your pedestrian, following in the footsteps behind you. Losing the hand around the waist is like being naked and exposed to the air. Sudden danger may appear in all directions, and no matter where you fall, there will be no more wall to support you. Without the
sense of security
, the rose protected by the wall gradually grew thorns. No longer will anyone keep you behind when you are in danger, you have to learn to find a weapon by yourself and hold it in front of your chest. The gun may never be used, but with it in hand, I will feel that you are still guarding me by your side.
The first time: trembling.
When he was searching for you with a gun, you had to shoot at him. Finally, as you imagined, you protected yourself with your hands. Fear makes you another person. She has your arms, your feet, and your eyes. She can't sleep, can't calm down, continue walking for you, continue to eat, and continue to live.
The second time: Silent
killing can calm the mood, and the second time the hand will not shake. If I get out of the carriage or take out a pistol, they will stop, but I don't want to. I will kill them because they deserve to die.
Third time: Decided
that the girl should go home. Did I really become an enforcer in the night? I used to be scared to run away, but this time I got into the carriage. I think this is my responsibility. I want to root out evil.
Fourth time: take the initiative
He said that the man deserved to die, so I went to find him, and I wanted to kill him because he deserved to die.
You
don’t need the police to get revenge. I want my own revenge, so let them go and leave it to me. If you are used to killing, you won't be able to fake hands with others. There is no real justice in the
ending
, justice is in the hand holding the gun. I used to live for love, now I live for hate. It is no longer possible for me to go back to who I was, the stranger in my heart has taken over my whole body.
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