2. "When will I see you again?" Nell whispered, her cold, pale hands clasped around Daniel's. Though she stared into his face, desperately trying to read him, Daniel didn't return her gaze either out of guilt or indifference. She couldn't tell. "If you won't tell me where you're goin', you'll at least tell me that." Daniel pulled his hand from Nell's grasp, stepping away to look out the window at the dry winter landscape, resting his hand on the table to his right. "I've got the right to know," she asserted, staring pleadingly at Daniel's distant profile. His face was that of a stranger's to her in that moment. "What I think," he laughed humorlessly through gritted teeth, "is that it doesn't matter. None of this does." His teeth were bared …show more content…
He shakily lowered his pistol and broke contact with Nell's stare. "You need to get out of here," he choked hoarsely. "You can still live a normal life; it's not too late for you. I won't be able to live with myself if you get killed because of me." "So you're off to kill a man, huh?" Nell whispered. She set her pistol on the table by the window and stepping closer to set her hands firmly on Daniel's shoulders. "You won't be able to live with yourself because of me dyin' on you?" she scoffed. "The only reason you won't be livin' is 'cause of your own stupid decisions that're gonna get you shot and killed!" Daniel stood in silence for a few seconds, fighting to keep his composure. After blinking away a tear that threatened to fall, he glanced up to meet Nell's intense gaze. "Don't do this to me," "Do what?" she exclaimed, shoving Daniel back and crossing her arms over her chest. "Look out for you? 'Cause that's exactly what I'm tryin' t' do!" She grabbed the collar of Daniel's shirt, pulling him close. "I love you more than anything on this goddamn Earth," she growled threateningly, "and I am more than willin' to kill a man to save you, you understand? I've done it before and I won't hesitate to do it
“Wait.” Daniel reached across the table and took her hand. “You are special and deserve the best. Please don’t forget that. You deserve to be treated with love and respect no matter what. Never settle for less.”
“We’re done, you hear me? We’re done and you and my wife are done! If I catch you anywhere near me or Tara, I’ll fucking kill you! You hear me? You so much as call, you’re fucking dead!” He let go of Vaughn’s shirt and watched him drop to the floor. He walked over Vaughn’s curled up body and left, leaving the door wide open.
“Wilson,” I called out, receiving no response. “Wilson?” He stayed slumped in the chair, eyes casted on the ground, refusing to make eye contact or any other sign of acknowledgement. “Wilson!” I yelled, causing him to flinch, his eyes finally meeting mine. There was sadness clear as day in his eyes, but no, he did not deserve to be sad. He did not have any reason. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t provide for her. Not like I could- or would.
She glanced around and leant forwards. ‘I want to commit the perfect murder by learning from your mistakes.’
“You really think it was me?” he asked, holding his hands in the air. “You’re more stupid than you look, like mother like daughter. You’ve got no evidence, for all I know, it could be you… or Margaret, or even Doreen that has driven her away. I suggest you all take a good look at yourselves before you start pointing the finger because all you do it shout with your big mouths and throw accusations around.” He almost tripped down the last step as his movements became more animated.
“So what? We’re already dead,” He snarled. Pip sighed, getting off of the bed in a last attempt to persuade him. Damien’s crimson eyes continued to bore into him; irritated as ever. “The only person that can hurt us is my Dad, and you know it!”
“Don't call me that- nevermind- The only way you shall survive this ordeal before you is if you abandon your gun-toting ways”
“Are you sure you still want to do this? I don’t want you to hurt her.” Niall whispers quietly so the guards don’t hear.
“Just listen. Your Uncle Cleid is the one who murdered me. He was my brother and he hurt me, I can’t imagine what he could do to you or your brother.”
John: “I got those papers you wanted.” Shere stretches out her hand and John exasperatingly hands her the files.
Can’t you hear, asked a girl with auburn hair and a face that was curled in disgust. We’ve been screaming at you!
"Heads up!" Gladio called out, knocking a few daemons back as they tried to advance on
It was 12:00 midnight, It was dark and very silent. “OUCH!” I said rubbing my toe cap. I believe I was in a brown square box. I mean, what do they call a moving object on the road? A truck I think. I have been getting shipped all my life. They call me a shoe, also known as an Sneaker. I come in different sizes, shapes and colors. I’m from China, but the materials you will need for me are all over the world.
“Lindsey, grab Precious and go hide under the table,” I ran to the door, the screeches getting louder and louder.
“What the hell do you want, Joey? Haven’t you done enough?” I pleaded at my boyfriend.